I Need a Hero by Dawn Vogel
It’s hard for a goddess to find a champion these days. Even when you can offer them powers beyond their imagining, first you’ve got to get them to believe.
Then you’ve got to tackle what they’ll be promoting. Weirdly, “detritus” isn’t one they’re lining up to represent.
My sister said we needed to reinvent ourselves for the modern world. “Don’t call it detritus,” she said. “Try something like tchotchkes or knick-knacks. People love those.”
Which is not entirely within the letter of the domain, but it’s close to the spirit. And, as she said, we have to adapt.
The antique mall was full of people who love to find and collect little things. Some are looking for bargains or resale value, but acquisitiveness and detritus go together like peanut butter and jelly.
Most gods wouldn’t look twice at a 63-year-old woman for their champion, but Mrs. Connie Sue Blanchard was a consummate collector. More importantly, she was a helper. I offered her a few choice pieces for her collection, and she was ready to be my champion, helping me find the things that I sought.
Soon, I’ll work on getting her to keep more stuff than she really needs, but you’ve got to start somewhere if you want to revitalize your worship in the modern world.
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Dawn Vogel has written for children, teens, and adults, spanning genres, places, and time periods. She is a member of Broad Universe, SFWA, and Codex Writers. She lives in Seattle with her awesome husband (and fellow author), Jeremy Zimmerman, and their herd of cats. Visit her: historythatneverwas.com or Twitter @historyneverwas.
