I wrote Enter 5-D as an urban fantasy but it also fits into commercial and general fiction.
Across Seattle, Eurydice scrambled down the cobblestone alleyway to the mouth of the Oracle grotto. When she reached the theater entrance, she stood under the marquee and waited for the jay to appear. Soon she heard a fluttering of wings in the background and then the bird landed in front of her on his perch.
“Oh, it’s you. Where have you been keeping yourself these days?”
Eurydice pushed back her hair from her face and wiped perspiration from her forehead. “You know well where I’ve been because you’re the one who revealed my future to me. Remember you said that I would make a sacrifice but not to worry?”
“I said that?”
“Oh, yes, you’re the one who sang in the opera house. I heard the news. What a shame that the great opera house will be empty these days. What was the governor thinking?”
“That’s a good question for you to answer.”
“So now, you’re out of work and your life has fallen completely apart, am I correct?”
“For a singer, you’re a woman with little words.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Let’s talk about your dreams. There’s a man in your dreams who wants to help you. But if you keep ignoring him then he’s not much help, is he?”
“I’m not ignoring him. He comes and goes.”
“This is the way of Orpheus.”
The jay lit from his perch and flew in three circles and then landed back on the perch pushing back the crown on his head with his foot. “My dear, Orpheus is the son of a muse and probably was the greatest musician Seattle ever had.”
“What do you mean by ever had?”
“He’s no longer with us.”
“He died? This man that’s supposed to help me is dead?”
“Not exactly–he ascended to another dimension.”
Eurydice found a wood and iron bench and plopped down on it. “You’ll have to explain that one. Talking to you is exhausting. Don’t you believe in linear communication?”
The jay shook his head. “Talk to Persephone and Demeter about the dimensions. Or you could find your answers underground.”
Just as the jay delivered his last word, he vaporized leaving Eurydice gasping with astonishment and exasperation. Her mind seemed more confused now as it did before consulting with the crazy jay.
Meanwhile, Demeter and Persephone rifled through Eurydice drawers and papers on her desk looking for a suicide note or some kind of sign.
Demeter grimaced. “Why is my intuition failing me now?”
Persephone pushed aside clothing that had piled up on Eurydice’s couch and she took a seat. She rubbed her temples and placed her hand on her heart and then she closed her eyes.
“She’s not dead. And in fact, she’s on her way home so we had better clean up this mess or we’ll have explaining to do.”
Demeter picked up the empty bottle of pills resting on the counter and she read the label. She pointed at the bottle.
“My mind is also playing tricks on me. This is allergy medicine and Eurydice probably was rifling through her purse looking for any remaining pills. Looking at the date on the bottle, she would have run out by now.”
Persephone sighed with relief. “We had better clean this mess. How are we going to explain our actions to Eurydice?”
Just as she mentioned Eurydice name, the women heard the key turning in the door and then Eurydice entered her cottage. She gawked when she saw her friends standing in a pile of her clothing and papers scattered on the wood floors she had polished earlier.
Demeter began picking up the papers and placing them in a neat pile on the kitchen table while Persephone folded the clothes on the couch. Demeter chuckled with embarrassment.
“We have some explaining to do.
Eurydice nodded, chuckling. “Go on…”
We caught wind of Pluto’s latest law and rushed to your cottage to warn you. We noticed the empty bottle of pills next to your purse on the floor and we jumped to conclusions.”
“You thought I overdosed on allergy pills and then disappeared?”
The women nodded in unison.
Eurydice cleared papers from the floor and couch, and then she sat on the couch next to Persephone.
“Wow, am I coming off as desperate?”
Persephone caressed Eurydice’s shoulder. “It’s not so much that, but we read of other musicians committing suicide thanks to Pluto’s new laws.”
“And you thought that I would take my own life?”
Demeter grabbed a wicker chair and sat across from the other women. She nodded. “I guess we were thinking that if we were in your shoes, we would probably consider such an act.”
Eurydice chuckled. “I can see it now dramatic diva takes her life to avenge Pluto’s draconian laws. The newspaper would love that.”
Demeter picked up a stray piece of paper and read the contents. She realized it was the deed for the cottage. She picked up another paper announcing the final mortgage payment.
“Eurydice, you didn’t tell us that you had only one payment left on your mortgage.”
Eurydice shrugged. “What’s to celebrate now? According to Pluto’s new law, which I did read about in the newspaper today, I have three months to vacate my home.”
Demeter sighed. “This is unfair. What did musicians do that caused Pluto to bring out his iron fist?”
“We took attention away from him and you know better than anyone else that the man is a megalomaniac.”
Meanwhile, on his way to the Underground, Marcus got a sense that someone was tailing him, but when he looked behind and around himself, the streets appeared empty except for a stray kid passing by on a bicycle.
In any case, he picked up his pace and headed to the main entrance to what was formerly known as Pioneer Square and now went by the name Styx Center. From the corner of his eye, he saw a whirl of something feminine. Next thing he knew Pandora strode towards him–her jade eyes sparkling with curiosity. When she caught up with Marcus she grabbed his left wrist.
She teased Marcus, “Where do you think you’re going Mister Plutocrat?”
Marcus feigned ignorance even though he stood only ten feet away from the entrance to Hades. “I was exploring this area of town. Do you know where this door leads?”
Pandora smirked. “I know where you’ve been. Olav is a good friend of mine and I’ve done some work for him. Woodworkers and locksmiths are like pardon the cliché, peas in a pod.”
Marcus blushed and he struggled to find his voice now caught in his throat. Pandora looked him up and down until her probing eyes landed on his face.
“What are you going to do if Pluto catches up with you? And you do know about his prison on San Juan Island, right?”
“At least there’s no death penalty.”
“That’s the point because from what I’ve heard, the prisoners pray for death as they languish in that surreal place.”
“I know what I’m doing. It’s true that my colleagues suspect something’s wrong with me, but I’ve managed to allude them.”
“Really–and you’ve alluded Pluto’s hidden cameras too?”
“What hidden cameras?”
“You think Pluto doesn’t keep his eyes on his employees? If I were you I would censor your phone calls by using code words and take a different route each time you venture to the Underground and that sort of thing. You need to be sneakier than Pluto or he’ll catch you.”
Marcus shuddered and hesitated. Then his hand reached for the handle of the door. He glanced at Pandora over his shoulder as she stood a few feet away with her arms crossed defiantly across her ample bosom.
“Good luck, Marcus.”
Marcus swung the door open and squeezed inside the damp entrance before changing his mind. As he descended the stairs, his feet sunk into the moss. He pulled out a flashlight. When he turned it on, he noticed a camera swiveling above his head.
“Oh, darn! Look, you’re on Pluto’s Candid Camera.”=
Moments later, he heard the door open behind him and two pairs of booted feet land heavily on the stairs and flashlights arcing towards him. The next thing he knew, someone had grabbed both of his hands and placed them in handcuffs.
“So Marcus, how’s the weather in the Underground?”
The two men dragged Marcus up the stairs and out into the sparkling sunlight.
Meanwhile, Pandora strode on Fifth Avenue towards the old Public Market. Moments later, she negotiated the cobblestone alleyway in her wedged sandals. She approached the grotto and waited for the jay to appear. It seemed like the eternity until the bird arrived so Pandora took a seat on the wood and iron bench in the meantime.
Suddenly, Pandora heard a fluttering of wings coming from behind her. The Oracle flew above her head and landed on his perch. With one foot, he fluffed his crown.
Pandora smirked. “So, you finally showed up.”
The jay ruffled his feathers and began preening them. Pandora waited for the bird to speak but instead sat through the bird’s morning grooming routine. Finally, the bird’s shiny eyes gazed at Pandora’s face.
“Ah Pandora, what can I do for you?”
“I’ve been waiting so long I’ve almost forgotten my questions for you.”
“Even if you had forgotten, don’t you think I would know?”