A Greek Myth

By Eva Feld The rough sea danced its waves exclusively for her fortieth birthday. All of the other passengers on the Greek Islands tour were enjoying a different kind of spectacle on their way from the mainland to Mykonos. They were entertained by a troupe of dancers in disguise doing a poor version of Zorba. Many were tipsy enough to join their pirouettes. Ouzo shots never came short. Tralalalala. A silver shining surfed the foamy bubbles reflecting the brightness of the moon. As the woman’s imagination plunged to the depth of the ocean to encounter mythology, her sight became dark. She wasn’t evoking Poseidon with his trident, but rather the Leviathan. I also am a multiheaded monster , she muttered feeling empathy with the enormous serpent of the sea. As her many internal voices discussed her choice of words and myths, she realized how much time have passed since she last talked to her family. This was her third day in Greece, a trip she planned t...