“Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it.”
Lightning flashed across the sky. The boom of thunder followed moments later. Apollo turned to Hephaestus and rolled his eyes.
“Guess Captain Electro is in one of his moods again,” he remarked.
“Don’t start, Apollo.” said Hephaestus. “You’d be in a foul mood too if you had to deal with Hermes and his practical jokes every day.”
“What was it this time? Chimera dung in the braziers again?” asked Apollo. Hephaestus shook his head. The smell of the burning dung had taken days to clear out of Zeus’s bedroom.
“No, he took a picture of Zeus on the toilet and uploaded it to Facebook,” replied Hephaestus blankly.
Apollo paused and then doubled over in laughter. Hephaestus tried to remain stoic but succumbed to fits of cackling along with Apollo.
“It must suck being the ruler of the Gods,” said Apollo as the two walked through the halls of Olympus chuckling.
[This is my entry into Monday’s Finish the Story challenge. Writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100-150 words or less based on a weekly photo prompt and opening line. Also, my choice of title is an homage to Judith Viorst. Please accept my apologies.]