The quarry

(100-word flash fiction)

He’s already tired of the 21st century. People wore far too many clothes. Sweat gathers under his disguise of bright floral tunic and the matching cap squashes his golden curls.

Jove’s brief had been clear and after many moons he has found his quarry. Here she is, emerging from this seaside shack.

What? No. Of all the nubile nymphs Jove has seduced, she is the skinniest. Why, he himself could boast more curves. As she sashays closer, he almost drops his tools in shock. She’s a MAN.

But, no time for distractions.  Cupid raises his bow and arrow and aims.

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Jove is another name for the Roman god Jupiter.

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