Petals Bend in the Wind
Apollo’s entire being is unstoppable. Yet even he cannot keep up with Zephyrus, with the whipping stone and wind.
His
need
him
Apollo gives a weak smile before brushing back his hair. “I have something for us to do.” Then he walks back to his chariot. He pulls out round stones that have been ground down and polished into smooth discuses. “A new game for us.”
Brendon Zatirka is a writer of speculative fiction. He lives in Chicago where he teaches and translates ancient and medieval literature.
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