Echoing Our Song

by lalalei

'And I am not alone; I hear the rocks and stones echoing our song...' A series of 100 drabbles/short pieces based on the 'Hadestown100' prompt list, inspired by all versions of Hadestown. Complete!

9. Up Above

Up Above

It was like Eurydice said, the man reflected as he sipped at his beer. Times up top were hard and getting harder all the time. If the poet, Orpheus, could bring back spring with a song, he'd be tempted to marry him himself, but he chuckled as he watched the pair with young love in their eyes.

Seemed like every year the drinks got more expensive, firewood didn't last as long, and food became harder to find. Young love came and went, but when it lasted it was a comfort.

But summer, that was an event. Lady Persephone shared her bounty freely, and for a few blessed months he had nothing to fret over. And he couldn't help but wonder what it was like for her and her king—to not worry all the time about your next meal, and a steady roof over your head. It sounded like paradise.

So when Hades came early, riches glimmering off his coat as he stepped on the train platform, the man could only think that maybe it was time to leave the world above behind.