The Better SonAchilles is calling me.The Better Son8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Andromache is crying for me.
Paris is looking at me.
Helen is looking away from me.
My father is looking through me.
And Achilles is calling.
It might as well be Thanatos calling, or Lachesis putting her terrible blade against my lifeline. I am no fool; I know my strengths and my weaknesses, and if maybe one would argue that our skills could compete, I know it in my heart that my armor and my ire are nothing compared to the ones the prince of the Myrmidons possesses; it doesn't matter it's Achilles' thorax around my ribs. It doesn't matter it's Achilles' helmet I am clasping securely under my chin. Divine as thes