Résumé, circa 800 BC

Vulcan, master of fire, celestial artist, lame and outcast – that’s your résumé, all of it?”

“It is.”

“It’s… fairly niche.”

“I suppose.”

“And why exactly are you seeking a new role?”

“The wife.”

“High maintenance?”

“And then some.”

“Ah… happens to the best of us.”

“So, do you think you have anything suitable?”

“It’s tricky in today’s climate, but… fire mastery – that’s a definite asset.  There’s a call for that.”

“Really?”

“Mmm.  Any allergies?”

“Me?  No.”

“You’re ok with sulphur, for instance?”

“As far as I know.”

“Well, there’s a fanatical bunch seeking someone to blame.  Bit downmarket for you, I’m afraid.  Though you might get to star in a decent poem or two.”

“Fine, let’s give it a whirl!”

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This piece of flash fiction was written for Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Here’s the link to the stories and this week’s picture is below, copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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