What a Ripper

Odysseus knew that this massacre was going to have its consequences. She had cleansed the hall of its bodies. She had cleansed her home of its blood. But the stains went beyond that.

These were the children of her own people. Whether good or bad they held these men within their hearts and felt the wrench of their loss. And her own daughter was now initiated into the ways of killing.

It is hard to say whether Odysseus fought wholeheartedly when the families of the suitors came in force for vengeance. Regardless, she and her family were in turn overwhelmed and killed.

Rosy fingered Dawn touched the lifeless castle. What joys and dreams once blossomed within its walls had withered and were no more. Serenity would flower elsewhere.

The End

Copyright © 1998 Katherine Phelps