With the modern age, the Greek Gods returned to Mount Olympus. From time to time they still interfered with our daily lives. This is but one.

Atropos

As the day starts.

Mortals stumble awake.

As their day starts.

Fresh coffee dripping.

Fast kiss and off they go.

Atropos looks down,

With mischief in her heart.

Who shall I play with today?

Shall it be Steve's thread,

Or young sweet Joan?

With a wicked laugh,

She flys down and makes her pick.

Atropos picks Steve's thread.

His number is up,

Unknown as all mortals never do.

Moving thru his day,

Call after call, he answers.

Blue shirt with silver star.

Lost cat and the family disputes.

For he is the law.

Thinking of only his love,

He stores his gear.

Wanting to return to his one love.

Always his text to her,

Safe, on my way to you.

Phone lights up, text to follow.

"Hey babe, we need wine,

Love you."

Smiling as he enters.

Bell rings, as the door opens.

Steve walks the aisle.

Still reading his love's text.

Never seeing the shotgun.

One then another blast.

Falling wine bottle breaking.

As he lays hand on the phone.

Blood and wine pooling.

Life flickers then gone.

Steve's finger on the screen,

"Love you, babes...

Hurry home I have a surprise"

Atropos human tears drip,

As she returns to Mount Olympus.