Orpheus and Eurydice

By Raghvendra Singh Rana
Jan 29 2019 4 min read

“So, Brad, how’s it going?” Hades asked the skeleton sitting across from him, wearing a janitor’s uniform. Hades himself was dressed in a grey button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and black trousers. The two of them were in Hades’ office at the topmost floor of Underworld Inc. (For all your Afterlife needs), a game of chess spread out between them. “Good, good”, Brad replied, not looking up from the board. This was a weekly ritual for them. Every Friday after work, Hades and Brad would meet, share stories and play chess. After the two World Wars there had been an increase in workload, and this was the only reprieve for the God of the Underworld and his skeletal janitor, who was the only one in the entire building who knew how to play chess besides Hades himself. Brad moved his white knight with one bony finger, looked up and said, “By the way, the wife died last week. Think you could do me a favour, bump her up the waiting list?”  Hades didn’t say anything, but moved his pawn to another square. After a minute he blew out a long drawn out sigh and ask

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