This is my Friday Fictioneers submission for August 1st.
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Orpheus smiled. After thousands of years, Hades had relented. It had taken the best efforts of Amnesty International but he was going to set Eurydice free at last. Naturally, the same rules would apply: if she looked back, she’d be staying for good in the underground kingdom. No amount of liberal handwringing would change that. Orpheus wasn’t going to take any chances. He’d chartered a private jet.
Eurydice was a beautiful as ever, he thought as he sat next to her on the leatherette seats, but the millenia of separation had left them with nothing to say to one another. Orpheus fiddled awkwardly with the tiny packet of peanuts the stewardess had given him and sighed. Tongue tied, he looked out of the window for inspiration.
“Look, Eurydice,” he said after a while, “The people look like ants.”
Eurydice shifted in her seat, peered our the window. “So they do,” she said.
Bugger, thought Orpheus as he realised what he’d done.
(By the way thanks to Carol J Forrester who reminded me that it was actually Orpheus who was forbidden from looking back. I considered going back and changing it but I decided I’d let my mistake stand rather than go in for some Stalinesque revisionism)