Friday, November 08, 2013

The Gift

Gazing up the first thing that he noticed were the eyes.  They were staring at him, unblinking, accusing, reaching deep inside the recesses of his mind.  And yet it had been so different earlier in the evening.  He had set out to face the Medusa and was gifted the magic sandals.   He flew into the night but was brought down by the giant Hippolytus and his white clad minions. 

“Another junkie”, they said dismissively.

Ignorant creatures! They didn’t know the sandals were useless without the winged helmet. All he had been doing was taking it off.

Written for Friday Fictioneers


  1. Dear Subroto,

    Who knew the sandals would be useless without the winged helmet.

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers with this intriguing take on the prompt. I look forward to seeing you again.



    1. Thank you Rochelle for providing the opportunity.