I always thought there might be another side of the Danaë myth. Here’s my version.
DAY 11: GREED
Every morning, sun reflected off the sill of her bronze tower, warming her face. Today, a shower of gold flakes floated down and manifested into a man’s shape.
His voice was like thunder, yet his hands were gentle, countless gold flakes brushing her skin.
As he fled, the gold flakes melted in the sun like snow. Her despairing cries followed him to Olympus.
Word Count: 100
Art by Brad Kunkle, “Two Suns,” Oil and Gold leaf on canvas – All rights reserved.