The One Labor of Jordan
Jordan now understood why Lena said that her father was mythologically old school.
“Three things you gotta do to date my daughter,” Mr. Iraklidis said, holding up sausage-like digits. “Hey, it usta be twelve. First, clean the cellar steps.”
But Jordan could go mythological too. He had no river to reroute, but he hooked a hose to the fire hydrant and aimed it down the stairs. Five minutes and the steps were gleaming.
Of course, now the basement was flooded.
“Number 2, wise guy,” Mr. Iraklidis said. “Pump out the basement.”
Jordan texted Lena. Maybe we should just be friends.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
It was probably as well that he never got to the third labour
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Haha! Great twist ending.
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The relationship seems to bring a lot of domestic baggage with it. He’s wise to opt for friendship. You’re late, nearly missed you. 🙂
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This is really cute. Didn’t see the end coming. Also love the word mythologically…not quite sure I’ve ever come across it before.
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Fun take on the inspiration. Thanks for the link.
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Excellent first line, and I learned some of a new myth today.
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Thanks, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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Twelve labour of love, best of luck with that one, Jordan.
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And Jordan was thus taught planning. Well done and fun story.
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Thanks! 🙂
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Get use for a hydrant, I enjoyed reading this
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Dear David
I can see where Jordan might be questioning his true love. 😉 You gave me a morning chuckle. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle. I guess her father has a way of weeding out the non-serious ones. 🙂
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