Zeus.

Standing, trapped in a corner and tremendously high above the crashing waves. They’re colliding with thick brown towers of granite that have snapped like branches. They’ve fallen into the water from the sky. The sky is raining immense columns of stone. I can feel them crack as they hit the round boulders that scatter among the shallow water and crashing waves. I can’t jump from here.

How did he get here? He’s angry again for what I’ve done but I can’t remember why. Did I cross him? Did I take from him? I still can’t recall. He pointed his gun in my face. I’m staring down the barrel and I can see the tip of the bullet resting. It has a silver point and that’s all I can recollect. I grab my musket and point it at him. We’re both on a ledge now, trapped in a corner. I hope, I pray, that my gun is loaded. He shouts again and communicates to me that he can see the inside my gun bullets. No matter, I know they are there. Because, I can feel them resting inside.

I begin to cry. I’m scared beyond reason. I should be scared but this is not why I cry. It’s for something else I can’t explain. I call out to my father. I look up at the sky and look for him in the clouds. I scream again for my father and still he does not answer. I shout once more to the sky for my father but he is quiet. He will not answer me. He doesn’t help me when I need him. I let go and fall into the water and crushed granite. Zeus.