Monthly Archives: April 2010

Chapter 5, section 2: Hermes’ neighborhood life

By aaronbihari | Published: April 29, 2010
David and Zahra’s dépanneur was a very cheerful place. They enjoyed catering to tastes that reminded their neighbors of their original homes. Manioc flour, black beans and coconut water sat next to zaatar, sponge bread and feves-au-lard. In the wall fridges, milk and yogurt shared shelf space with cashew and guava juices, kefir and wedges of Wensleydale cheese. The ingestibles were one big happy family—except for the beer. The beer needed a fridge all to itself.
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Chapter 5, section 1: Chaqu’un son dép

By aaronbihari | Published: April 27, 2010
The dépanneur, one of that ubiquitous breed of local commerce lodges: corner stores, general stores, trading posts. No matter where you were in the world, there they were.
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Chapter 4, section 6: Flyboys want you in Florida

By aaronbihari | Published: April 16, 2010
The voice in the earpiece was a stern baritone, “I hope you don’t answer all your calls that way.” “No Generalissimo, I have call display. What century do you think this is?” he said with a wink at his aunt. “But how’d you get this number?”
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Chapter 4, section 5: down to business

By aaronbihari | Published: April 9, 2010
So here they were, sitting under a tree, Jasper purring contentedly, tray and three bottles empty, sun kissing the horizon goodnight. The mad electronic squirrel started up his rendition of Bach’s Toccata & Fugue, making Demeter jump. Dionysos pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and showed her the piece of human magic.
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Chapter 4, section 4: Dionysos & Demeter reminisce

By aaronbihari | Published: April 7, 2010
Dionysos’ mind swam in an ocean of memories as his aunt approached. Events awesome as whales swallowed him whole. He struggled in their gullet until the beasts spat him out onto flowered beds of coral where brightly colored fish swam through filtered sunshine, each on their own business.
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Chapter 4, section 3: Gaia’s own garden

By aaronbihari | Published: April 4, 2010
From the top of hillocks he could see the bay’s muddy fingers winding around ancient-looking hills. The trees looked like carpeting, and there was not a sign of mortal habitation anywhere.
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