Demigod Stories

She was there as I entered the museum. Had I seen her before? A familiar face? Not sure. But such a beautiful face. Lithe body, dressed for summer, she glanced my way as she passed. Twice a year, museum visits embellished ideas for my nine to thirteen-year-old pupils. Finished, I wandered upstairs. In the exotic bird display, the lady was there outshining the garish colours. Again, our eyes met. On the opposite side of an...