Finally catching up on my Substack reads, Ms. Mary. Been a crazy few months. Anyway, I always felt so bad for Hector and his family for his foolish father, King Priam, giving mercy to Hector's evil, selfish brother, Paris. Priam could have sent Helen back to Menelaus, along with his selfish son, but he was a fool. *shakes head sadly*
Hector takes off his helmet and sets it on the ground. “See child,” he seems to say, “it’s really me, just me. Don’t worry. No need to cry.”
This time, when his father reaches for him, he comes. Hector lifts him up in the air, holding on firmly, as fathers do. A moment of play, smiling, then a kiss and a prayer.
The ancient bards had a way with words, didn't they?
Very, very nice Mary. Though I wish I could, I just don't have it in me to write the way you just wrote. Great job with this. - Jim
Finally catching up on my Substack reads, Ms. Mary. Been a crazy few months. Anyway, I always felt so bad for Hector and his family for his foolish father, King Priam, giving mercy to Hector's evil, selfish brother, Paris. Priam could have sent Helen back to Menelaus, along with his selfish son, but he was a fool. *shakes head sadly*
Hector takes off his helmet and sets it on the ground. “See child,” he seems to say, “it’s really me, just me. Don’t worry. No need to cry.”
This time, when his father reaches for him, he comes. Hector lifts him up in the air, holding on firmly, as fathers do. A moment of play, smiling, then a kiss and a prayer.
The ancient bards had a way with words, didn't they?