Dionysus is the Greek God of wine.
“Have you heard? Dionysus is missing. I bet he’s off on another bender.”
Delphine stirred her tea and shrugged. No love lost between her and the god of insanity. Continuously, he stole her grape vines for his orgies. He told her she was special, but she became another of his playthings. Good riddance. “That’s a shame.”
The women sipped their beverages, focusing on the view through the window. Mae changed the subject.
“I see the garden is growing. You’ll have fruit in no time. What’s your secret?”
Delphine hid behind her glass, her lips smirking.
“Dionysus is buried underneath.”
Special thanks to Nobbinmaug who claimed ‘I have the body of a Greek god… buried in my backyard’. The Muse ran with it, shovel and all.