by
C. "Sparky" Read
"Well?"
Silence.
Hades sighed. "All right, let's try this again," he said calmly. "Whoever is sneaking into my pantry, I want him or her to own up, right now."
No response.
The Lord of the Dead began to pace back and forth in front of the line of six imps. "All I'm asking is to know who is doing it," he went on. "Turn in yourself, turn in your friend, I don't care. I just want to know. Everything has been turning up missing, even the big stuff, for crying out loud. Who is it?"
The imps looked at eachother for a moment, then turned as Persephone stepped into the room.
"Hades," she said, "can you go to the market today? We're out of figs." She left.
The imps turned back around.
"Oy," said Hades.