Polyphemus

Three damned years. Three long and miserable years since his eye had been gouged out by that wretched, unforgivable Odysseus of Ithaca. That was a name Polyphemus would never forget. He was blind now. The strongest of cyclopses, blinded by a weak and insignificant human. Polyphemus tried to show that it never bothered him.

His senses of hearing and smell were heightened in result of his blindness. It was easier to navigate around the island than the first day after his eye had been ripped out of his face. Polyphemus had done his daily chores; herd and feed the sheep, make breakfast, hunt, make cheese, get the sheep into their pen, all of that. He stood at the shoreline, his Shepherd’s crook planted into the sand below him as he listened to the waves and the winds. Peace.

Three damned years. Three long and miserable years since his eye had been gouged out by that wretched, unforgivable Odysseus of Ithaca. That was a name Polyphemus would never forget. He was blind now. The strongest of cyclopses, blinded by a weak and insignificant human. Polyphemus tried to show that it never bothered him.

His senses of hearing and smell were heightened in result of his blindness. It was easier to navigate around the island than the first day after his eye had been ripped out of his face. Polyphemus had done his daily chores; herd and feed the sheep, make breakfast, hunt, make cheese, get the sheep into their pen, all of that. He stood at the shoreline, his Shepherd’s crook planted into the sand below him as he listened to the waves and the winds. Peace.