Forgotten Treasures: 25 Short Fiction Tales by Lisa Kessler

Author:Lisa Kessler [Kessler, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookBaby

The End

Do novyh vstrech. – Til we meet again.

Milaya moya. – My love

Dos vidaniya, Solnyshko moyo – Goodbye my Sunlight.

Unemployed Muses Anonymous

Mel fed the parking meter some quarters and hurried down the sidewalk. The large black leather attaché case thumped against her back with each stride. After checking her watch, she kicked up her pace a notch.

When she reached the bookstore, she rounded the corner and punched in her entry code into the number pad. The red door clicked as the lock opened. She yanked open the door and stepped into the shadows.

Today was going to be a big day for UMA. Today was the day they started a new marketing campaign. Zeus could leave them stranded in the mortal world, but he couldn’t stop them from working.

Not anymore.

She flipped on the light switch, bathing the empty conference room in florescent light. The long walnut table was flanked by nine high-backed leather executive chairs; soon to be filled by her sisters.

Mel placed the bag at the head of the table and carefully withdrew her weeping mask. With the emblem safely resting beside her place at the table, she pulled out her laptop and the projector. While she tested some power point slides up on the wall of the conference room, her sister, Calliope, came in with her writing pad.

“Hi Mel. This is an exciting day isn’t it?”

“I hope it will be.” It was tough for Mel to stay positive. It went against her nature as the muse of tragic poetry, but she did her best to overcome it. It was difficult enough to get dates with a name like Melpomene, but wrap that up with an obsession with tragedy, and she could be a very lonely muse. “Do you have all the business projections for Les Neuf Soeurs?”

“I do.” She nodded with a smile. “This is going to be huge! I can’t believe we didn’t think of it sooner.”

Mel smiled. Cal was the muse of epic poetry, so being realistic wasn’t really her strong suit. The sky was the limit with Cal.

Down the hall, Mel heard humming. “Sounds like Era and Terp are on their way.”

Erato and Euterpe were the muses for music and lyrics. They almost always traveled together, and usually people heard them coming.

“Good morning Cal,” Era said in a bright shining voice, adding as she turned, “Oh hello Mel. Do you need any help with the projector?”

“No, it looks like I’ve got it all figured out. Do you two have the marketing materials ready?”

Terp set down her double-reed aulos beside her place at the table. “Yes, we’ve got them all ready to go. I even came up with a theme for our commercials.”

Picking up her recorder-like flute, Euterpe started to play. Era sang along to part of the melody just as Poly and Psi walked in. Without missing a beat, Polyhymnia joined her sister Era and harmonized the lyrics. Psi smiled and added to the music with her lyre, while jigging around the room.

Mel glanced at the cacophony of art improvising around her and shook her head.

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