Creative Writing: Hephaestus and Aphrodite - The Dispute

As Hephaestus was walking down Rhea Street on Mount Olympus, he noticed his
wife, Aphrodite, kissing Hermes, the messenger-God, next to the area\'s one and
only Burger God (very well-known for its char-broiled Whoppers).
"Wait just a tootin\' minute," he said aloud to himself. "Why is my wife
kissing Hermes? She is supposed to be devoted to me!" He was furious. It was
very rare when Hephaestus became angry for any reason, so he was certain to have
taken notice of his odd and unusual reaction. "I must settle this like a calm,
rational person," he told himself at last. "This matter can very easily be
resolved." He sighed. "I shall speak to her when she returns home. Until then,
I am going to go home and rest a while—think things through."
And with that thought, Hephaestus made his way home, being absolutely
sure not to look in the direction of the scene Aphrodite and Hermes was putting
on for all the gods to see; however, it was not easy.
After several hours of waiting, Aphrodite finally came home—and
Hephaestus was there waiting for her. It was now dark, so she fumbled through
the room to find a light. One was turned on before she could come across one.
It startled her so! She whipped around toward the direction of the source of
the light, only to find Hephaestus sitting in his favorite easy chair, a glass
of red wine in one hand and a grape bushel in the other. He had the most
peculiar grin on his face.
"How was your day, dearest?" he asked his wife charmingly. "Did you
enjoy yourself?"
"Why, yes, thank you," she said cautiously, wondering why on Olympus he
was acting so out of the ordinary. "How was yours?" she asked after a small
moment\'s hesitance.
"Oh, it was remarkable, thanks." The grin never left his face. "Tell
me, Aphrodite, did you make anyone happy today?" She gave him a confused look,
as if she did not understand the question. Hephaestus picked up on it quickly
and he re-addressed the question. "By that I mean, since you are the Goddess of
Love and Beauty, did you make anyone happy? Perhaps, send them a reason to fall
in love?"
"Oh," she said at last, "of course I did. My day wouldn\'t be complete
if I hadn\'t. Why do you ask, Hephaestus?"
"I only ask because I just want to know how your day was, that\'s all,"
he responded almost immediately after the question was addressed. "No
particular reason behind it."
"I see," she said, still confused, and made her way to the giant marble
staircase. "Well, I suppose I shall be heading up to bed now. I\'ve had a very
tiring day, you know. I will see you in the morning."
"Okay then," he said, getting up from the chair. "One more thing, my
love…" He walked toward her with a limp, grimacing slightly at the response his
crippled leg gave him when he stood upon it. Nonetheless, he made his way to
the bottom of the stairs.
"Yes?" she asked, halfway up the stairs.
"Was that Hermes I saw you with today next to the Burger God? You know,
the one on the corner of Cronus and Rhea?"
"Oh!" she almost said bluntly, but instead, "Yes, I suppose you could
have. Why do you ask?" She had turned around completely now, and was slowly
walking back down the stairs, step…by step…by step.
"Well," he began, straightening his robe, "I happened to be taking a
stroll down Rhea Street to drop off a sword for Zeus, and I noticed that you and
he were…well, very fond of each other."
At that, Aphrodite\'s heart became very shallow and almost non-existent.
Then it sped up, out of nowhere, and her face and ears turned bright red. "But…
well…you see, I…" She tried to speak, but nothing would come out. There would
have been a very long pause of silence if Hephaestus hadn\'t said:
"Aphrodite, dear, please tell me either he was choking on something and
you were only trying to get it out of him, or…" He stopped right there, tears
slowly forming. He had seen the look in her eyes, and knew right then and there
that there could not be an alternate to what he knew was undeniable. Tears
began to flood his eyes, rage and anger pushing up from his stomach. He tried
to hold back, being successful at first, then letting it all out.
"How could you?" he sobbed, then boomed, "You broke my heart,