Dawson's Aphrodite: A Short Narrative Fiction

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Aphrodite, after mourning for a few seconds in silence, spoke again with a far away look in her eye. “Most of my children are dead, now.” She trained her eyes on me, and nodded a bit, almost like it was to herself. “You’ll last the longest.” If only she knew.
“Why did you hide from us if you knew Eros was one of your last children still alive?” Dawson asked softly. I felt Dawson was asking all the questions I could not bring myself to. If she was truly so depressed by the fact my siblings were gone, then why did she avoid us all so carefully? Should she not have welcomed me with open arms? After all, what had I ever truly done to her? Nothing to the magnitude she did to me, I knew. She had no excuse.
“How was I supposed to know what he was doing here? He came walking down the street up to my house with some guy. Plus, as far as I can tell, he still hates me. Why would I want that reminder? An ignorant girl broke us apart, so who knows what time did to that wedge?” she questioned defensively, glaring not at us, but at the wall behind us, like she was remembering something distasteful. Her change of attitude was slightly surprising, but it did not stun me enough to keep me quiet.
I scoffed, “You act as though I am unjustified! My wife was one thing, but my
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My mother was not there. She was a version of my mother, and I could still not discern if she were better or worse. Her grandiose was gone, swept away with wisdom and a lengthy past. I felt as though there was much more to the story that she was keeping hidden deep within herself. Her reasons made sense, to some extent, but she still never would have done something so drastic as to warn others about me. She never would have even questioned my intentions. She did not always see the good in people, but she did not doubt the ones she loved, and that spoke louder than any words she managed to let slip past her

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