by Mervin Naik
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In Greek mythology Zeus is the "Father of Gods and men" and the God of sky and thunder. He is known for his erotic escapades which resulted in many godly and heroic offspring. This short is a take on what it would've been like had Zeus to come to earth and ask for help from one of his earthly offsprings, take for example, a modern day Hercules, who didn't have a clue, he was indeed, the son of a God.
I tried hard to focus on what I was supposed to do. Calculus! I hate calculus! Just as much as I hated jumping out of my seat every time it boomed. CRAACCK!! Another one! And the loudest so far! I hate it!
That’s when I saw him. I was confused and stared at him wide-eyed as I tried to compute the meaning of this intrusion. When the full effect of it hit me I blanked out. Just like that! Snap! And I didn’t feel a thing.
When I came to, I screamed. I would’ve run if I wasn’t lying down on the floor; would have made a mad dash for the door and right into the storm raging outside. It wasn’t loud anymore. My mind was reeling. How much of this can I possibly handle? My brain was working in overdrive and my head was hurting because of it. Or was it because I’d thumped my head against the floor when I landed? Could be both, and boy it hurt!
He was staring me in the face and loomed over me. I half thought he was going to kiss me! “I’m a dude!” I wanted to tell him. “I just have long hair,” would’ve been my next sentence. But all that came out was a scream. I tried to get up but he pinned me down. “Stop screaming!” it was almost a command. “And stop behaving like you're being molested.” His voice, it was almost booming. He then helped me off the ground, although it felt more like I was being lifted off the ground by my arms and being propped on my feet.
That’s when I realised how tall he was. I tried to be calm but I’d never seen someone so huge! He must’ve easily been seven feet tall if not more.
“WAITAMINIT! I know you! Aren’t you? You’re! You ARE!”
“Sit down.” Another command.
I sat.
“My son,” he started. “Wait!” I said. “You mean that like an old man says it to a young man right? I’m not really… you’re not really… I mean… I don’t mean… You’re not old or anything… I just mean… It’s just a fatherly thing right? Not that you really are my father or something. Not something… You… Are you?”
“Are you finished?”
“Yes. Sorry. Don’t. Don’t smote me. I mean. Don’t smite me. Don’t strike me or something”
“I thought you said you were finished.”
“Yes. I am. Sorry. Go on.” (Head hung – I don’t want him to get angry. I mean, this guy is the shit! Can he read my mind?)
“Yes. I can.” (Shit!)
“I need your help.”
“My help?”
“Yes”
“But, what can I possibly do?”
“You are my son. You are capable of a lot! You just need to realise.”
“Shit! I mean, I am? I mean, I can? Shit!”
“Let’s go now!” He lifted me up and pulled out this, bolt, of lightning, and threw it at the ground.
And I’m here now. What about you? Hermes? That is your name right? How did you happen?
And I’m here now. What about you? Hermes? That is your name right? How did you happen?
Mervin Naik is a biker who likes to write. In his own words, "I've lived and walked for 33 years and have seen what life offered and took away. The latter drove me to write poetry. The former helped me laugh." To read more of his work, click here.
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