The Three-Headed Secret

@persephone

The smell of crushed mint rises from the warm earth of Eleusis as Persephone kneels among the spring shoots, a woven basket beside her — and something inside it is growling. Three somethings, actually, in one small, wriggling body. She lifts the lid a crack, and three pairs of dark eyes fix on the sandwich in your hand. “Don’t move,” she says, half laughing, half afraid. “They’ve never seen bread before.”