I thought I’d share one of my longer short stories. This is part one of the story I’ve dubbed Athena’s Gift. In it you meet an interesting woman named Athena and a few of the interesting characters she interacts with. Enjoy!
The light, unfiltered, was too bright. She reached up one hand and closed the curtains. A soft violet glow suffused the room. She buried her head in her pillows and tried to go back to sleep.
Something jumped onto the bed. She felt a sharp pain in her leg and on her arm, along with a solid weight. “Mmf,” she half moaned. “Damn it, Socrates.” A chirruping meow was her answer. “Oh shut it. I know you can talk.”
“You shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night,” Socrates said, settling down and licking a paw. “What were you doing in there anyway?”
“You need to hurry. You have to get the shop opened. Or we aren’t going to be able to pay rent,” Socrates said as he moved to her pillows and once again began licking a front paw.
Athena took a swipe at her cat. The ginger tom just jumped down off the bed. “We can stand to miss a few hours,” she muttered, flopping back down.
Athena grumbled, contemplated ignoring her cat and going back to sleep anyhow, but knew that he would never forgive her if they missed out on something big. She sighed and threw back the comforter. She sat up, rubbing her eyes.
Athena staggered into the bathroom and stripped out of her pajamas. A blast of cold water from the shower before turning on the hot water tap helped shake off some of the apathy caused by late night spell casting. The scent of citrus and lemon grass helped even more as she bathed.
The bus driver started to slow down even before Athena hit the button to request a stop. “I can tell I’ve ridden this bus too long,” she joked as she walked to the front.
“Thanks Carl,” Athena said, hopping off the bus. She took a detour down to the coffee shop. She smiled at the barista as she walked in. “Large mocha with a triple shot of espresso and a blueberry muffin.”
“We’re all out of blueberry muffins,” the girl said. She wouldn’t even look at Athena. Her general air was of someone who didn’t want to be there.
“Do you have strawberry muffins again today?” Athena asked. The girl nodded. “Then I’ll take one of those with my coffee. Can I get it to go?”