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Friday Fantasy ~ Number Nineteen

Mythological War



~ They arrived at the island in high spirits.

Trevor and Megan had won the national Name The New Flavorific Cereal Contest.

Their prize was this all-expense-paid, week-long vacation on Grand Muse Island.

As they left the boat and began their walk down the gorgeous path leading to the area where they’d stay, Megan stopped Trevor with:

“You be the minotaur and I’ll be the sphinx!”


“You’re the bull-headed one and I like the way that little sphinx is looking at you; so, since I love you, I’ll be your sphinx and you’ll be my minotaur.”

“Megan, Megan your imagination

“Yep, and you love it, right?”

“I can stand it

Trevor was smiling as he stopped to look at the minotaur, giving Megan a quick hug.

“Well, Meg, I am pretty horny right now

“Hmmm Now the little sphinx looks like she’s a bit upset


“Well, the minotaur is in sort of a ready to fight pose

“Yeah, and that little sweet sphinx looks fiery angry

“Wow, fiery angry. Trev’s gone all poetic on me

Another, longer hug—a lingering kiss—a languid walk to the bungalow


The next morning they made a point of spending time at the lake shore, soaking up the sun, and having their feelings subdued by the half-ring of mountains.

“Think there’re any sphinxes in those mountains, Trev?


“Think they can make minotaurs do their bidding?




“What are you brooding about?”

“Thinking about us

“We make you brood?”

“Ya know, Meg, I think I am that minotaur—muscling my way up a mountain of work issues

“So that’s you You said you were brooding about us.”

“Yeah, and you’re the sphinx lady, flying around in those fantasy worlds in your books

“So, what’s to brood about?”

“We’re so different

“Different is good, no? I help you rise above your work and you help me work through the times I just want to be anything but a writer.”

“Is that enough?”

“Enough for what?”

“We’ve been married for three years now

“I’m glad you can count

“Can we keep it working?”

“Trevor, you’re doubting our marriage?”

“So many people start out happy and just wear out being together

Megan stood up and walked back to the bungalow.


Trevor woke up on the couch.

He made his way to the kitchen nook and began cooking breakfast.

Megan woke to the smells and shouted:

“I didn’t tell you to sleep on the couch!”

No words from Trevor, just cooking sounds


Later, after Trevor had left the breakfast on the table and walked out of the bungalow, he returned with flowers in his hand.

Megan wasn’t there


That evening, Trevor answered a knock on the door.

“Megan, where were you?”

“Hi, I’m your local sphinx and I wanted you to know that if you don’t grow some wings, I’m leaving you.”

She walked off


The next morning, Megan returned to the bungalow but Trevor wasn’t there

She walked back to the lake, where she’d spent the night.

There was Trevor.

“Megan, I don’t know what you want

“Well, Mr. Minotaur, it’s pretty simple—decide if you can stand a woman with wings.”

“Stand you? I love you!”

“In your bull-headed fashion

Megan walked away.


Later that evening, Trevor returned to the bungalow, quite drunk.

He walked in and saw a note on the table:

There once was a minotaur who said he loved a sphinx.

The sphinx loved him, too.

But, the minotaur was so bull-headed he thought he was boring.

So, the sphinx decided she would fly to the mountains…


As he struggled up yet another path, he began to realize he’d never find her this way.

Alert the authorities?

Wait back at the bungalow?

He struggled on


As the sun rose, Trevor stopped and slumped against the rock wall.

Megan appeared from around a turn in the path and said:

“I was hiding by the bungalow and followed you up here

“You scared the shit out of me!”

“Good! So, what’s your decision?”


“You want to stay married or not?”

“Who said I didn’t?”

“You did.”


Megan walked away


Years later

The little boy said:

“Mommy, when will daddy come home?”

Megan rose from her writing desk and said:

“As soon as I finish writing this little sphinx story, dear

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Friday Fantasy ~~~ Number Ten

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Minotaur of The Shadows

~ It was the same old story—Good against Evil

Minotaur's Mountain

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The mountain was a majestic upthrust seeming to touch the highest clouds.

They said Titan worshiped the sun, living at the peak of the mountain.

They said Minotaur lived in the shadows, inside the mountain, surrounded by a maze of tunnels leading out.

The people in the ring of villages surrounding the mountain’s base were ordinary, industrious folk.

They had their faults but persisted in their ordinary, industrious way

Air Handmaiden was an Unknown.


Titan seemed to have lived on the mountain forever.

People were uncertain about when Minotaur had arrived.

Air Handmaiden knew the Truth


Jasbran had discovered the first tunnel, which led to the Minotaur’s first seizure of people—ten from five villages.

Naturally, folks prayed to Titan for aid.

Naturally, Titan seemed not to answer


Over the years, 99 more villagers joined Minotaur in his lair.

Over the years, many attempts were made to climb the mountain and attain Titan’s abode.

Finally, on the eve of Sanbluian in the year of Tacnos-549, Jasbran’s grandchild, Thenon, reached the peak.

He didn’t see Titan but proceeded to make his herbal infusion on his camp-stove, poured the first cup over his head, and prayed:

“Oh, Titan, Master of the mountain!

“Come to our aid!

“Help us fight the Minotaur and bring our people back to their homes !!”

His thoughts ended the prayer with, if they still live

The moons had risen, the air was frigid, and Thenon saw a strange cloud.

It was drawing nearer, descending toward where he stood.

As it approached, he thought he saw a body forming from its vaporous substance.

Yes! — an ethereal being alighted in front of him and said:

“I am the Handmaiden of the Air.

“I have told Titan of your prayer.

“He begs your indulgence as he prepares an answer.”

Thenon tried to speak—wheezed out the words, “I—I thought Titan lived here

“He does but you can not yet see him.”

“Wh—What must I do?”


She disappeared—a mere cloud-form remained

Thenon sat by the camp-stove and shivered.


More than strange

A sudden sleep enveloped him and he dreamed


Titan was there, magnificent in His effulgence.

“Thenon, I give you greeting and avow your courage, yet wonder if you have understanding.”

“Titan! I am speechless

“Perhaps not—yet, listen.

“Minotaur is as tenuous as the Handmaiden, formed of thoughts—thoughts ill-beseeming the folk in your villages. If you have found your full voice, tell me what you think.”

Thenon cleared his throat and said:

“You say the Minotaur is not real, a phantom of our thoughts?”

“Not your  thoughts, dear Thenon. You came to Me, the others stay in the villages, cringing in fear.”

“Is the Minotaur not to be feared?”

“You understand yet keep yourself from knowing you understand.”

Thenon wondered

“Thenon, cast back in your mind. Recall the actions of your people. Do you see them gathering together and fearfully retelling the stories of the Minotaur’s rampages?”


“Cast yet deeper. See the co-incidence of their most fearful gatherings with Minotaur’s attacks.”

Thenon played-out the scenes in his quivering mind—saw the connections

“Very good, Thenon. Now descend and bring this awareness to your people.”

Thenon awoke.


Air Handmaiden was with him as he made his way to the base of the mountain.

She filled his mind with Words, Sentences—Verbal Remedies.

When he reached the first village, she was gone and he appeared to have just been soaked by rain.

He met with the people and told them of his Dream on the mountain.

Few believed him.

He shared the Proofs from the Handmaiden—few understood.


Thenon now lived in the forest beyond the villages.

He had the Handmaiden as an occasional Visitor.

He had his memory of Titan.

He had the weight of the reality of how long it would take to convince enough people


The people ever so gradually replaced themselves.

The children listened to Thenon—understood the power of imagination

As Thenon began to reach his terminal age—approached ever-nearer the True Realm of Titan—he nearly glowed with the realization that the end was near.

The end of Minotaur—the re-beginning of a Clean, Ordinary, Industrious Life


As Thenon’s body died and his spirit ascended towards Titan, he knew that, eventually, the People would evolve beyond ordinary, maintain their industriousness—as long as they remained Clean
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