Luge
For the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge this year, I’m posting a 100 word piece of flash fiction every day. It might be a self-contained story, or a scene–whatever, it’ll be fiction, and it’ll be over in a flash! Today’s story is…
Luge
“What good are you, Hypnos?” I turn over in my bed, ignoring Zeus, which stirs his ire. “You’ll never be an Olympian,” he screams, “you lazy—”
He kicks my bed frame. Suddenly I’m sailing through the open doorway. My bed lands with a thump on the side of the mountain. And then it starts to roll. I hang on for dear life, using my body to steer the bed away from rocks, trees, animals.
It finally slows to a halt at the foot of the mountain. I’m wide awake, my heart pounding like I’ve been running. Like an athlete…
Check back tomorrow for M…
The origin of the luge! I wonder if Zeus forgot his anger as he watched him luge down the mountain?
I suppose it’s possible. But given how long it took for the sport to be recognized, I’m not sure… 🙂
That’s a pretty good way for something to originate.
Thanks, Laura. I thought it was a fun idea. 🙂
Very interesting. Zeus has a temper problem for sure.
I think so… 🙂
That’s some dream!
~Patricia Lynne~
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Patricia Lynne, YA Author
I bet Hypnos wishes it was a dream..! 🙂