| Epimethius was beginning to panic. It had seemed an honor at first that he, a lowly titan, would be approached to assign all positive traits to humankind, but the hours he had been putting in were wearing him out. He was tired and he was running out of ideas, not to mention the fact that his wife, Pandora, was beginning to feel neglected and made no effort to spare him the weight of her disapproval. Things had been stressful enough lately without Zeus putting the screws to him over deadlines. And now he couldn't find the sack.
"The Sack," as he had taken to calling it, was just that. It was a trash bag filled to overflowing with all of the non-winners from his brainstorming sessions. The duality of the name, "The Sack", certainly wasn't lost on Epimethius, either. If he failed this assignment, he may as well pack up his things and show himself the door. Things were tough out there, and it had been made clear that there was no room for failure.
Where the hell is that sack? It was here a minute ago.
"Persephone, Do you remember how I told you I thought Epimethius was seeing someone?"
"Oh, Pandora, he's just been working late is all. Give him a break, would ya?"
Pandora fiddled with the twist tie that hid her husband's secrets from her. "Et Tu', Persephone? I told you how he was always talking to his buddies about being in the sack. He hasn't touched me in a month. He keeps this freakin' trashbag under lock and key usually. What am I supposed to think?"
"It might be better not to know, girlfriend."
Finally, the tie came free.
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