“This isn’t how I remembered it, husband.”
“I believe we’ve lost our way. Come.”
“No!” She shook off her brother’s hand. “Something’s familiar here, yet alien. This can’t be my temple.”
“It’s been thousands of years.”
“Take your hands off of me, philanderer. Which slut were you with last night? Artemis? Circe? That whore Aphrodite?”
“Don’t you sister me, Zeus!”
“Olympus awaits, Hera. You shouldn’t have returned. We’re forgotten.”
Tears formed in the eyes of the goddess of women and marriage. “I suppose you’re right.”
Then she turned on him in anger. “I still think you want to get back to Olympus because you’re screwing another immortal harlot.”
Hera consented allowing Zeus to escort her back to Olympus, missing the gleam in his eye as he gazed at the fetching St. Petersburg lass admiring one of the Rostral columns. After Hera was settled down, he’d be back.
I wrote this for the What Pegman Saw flash fiction challenge. The idea is to take a Google street view image of the location presented and use it as the inspiration for crafting a story of no more than 150 words. My word count is 150.
Today, the Pegman takes us to St. Petersburg, Russia. I had to do quite a bit of searching and clicking around, and I even changed my story idea completely before settling on what you’ve read above. Go to Wikipedia to read about the Old Saint Petersburg Stock Exchange and Rostral Columns. I drew my inspiration from the columns being styled after the Temple of Hera at Paestum. Hera was the Greek goddess of women and marriage who married her brother Zeus, and has always been jealous of Zeus’s other lovers. Here, I had Hera getting a little lost, mistaking these columns for her temple. On the other hand, Zeus seems to know exactly what he’s looking for.
To read other stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com. Don’t be shy. If an image of St. Petersburg inspires you, contribute a wee story of your own.