![]() ![]() I somehow register the song that’s currently pumping out of the speakers on the ground below. I can see the droplets of water on his face. I look up, and his face is so close to mine. ![]() He holds the jacket over our heads, and I have to move in a little closer to get us both under the shelter. “Here, put this over your head,” he offers. Ferris Wheel,” I chant, now wishing for the ride to hurry up so that I can get off it and under some shelter. I can hear the other people on the wheel squawking out their dismay over the sound of the music playing. The shelter over the top of the car is doing nothing to shield us. “Is it raining?” I say right as the heavens open. I feel a spike of sadness that it’s almost to the end. “Ride must be over,” Zeus muses, looking over the edge. The ride comes to a stop, leaving us stationary at the top. “Godlike?” Because, from where I’m sitting, you sure as hell look like one. Clearly, she fell for it because here I am.” He spreads his arms. ![]() ![]() My dad’s lame pick-up line was that, if he and my mom had a kid together, they should call him Zeus ’cause with my mom’s beauty and brains and my dad’s size, their kid would be godlike. “My parents met in a Greek mythology lecture when they were at college. ![]()
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