The Pacific Basin
For three days, the coasts of eastern Australia, New Zealand and all the Pacific islands were inundated with a strange matted fibrous material, unlike any seaweed or plant life ever seen before. Samples were rushed to laboratories to analyse its composition. Its DNA was sequenced. Rumours began that it contained mystical healing properties and a market soon flourished in pastes and unguents that could be applied to the skin or added to a kale smoothie to protect against all known diseases. Other groups, based in remote wooden huts situated on mountains above tree-lines communed over the web and speculated what dastardly chemical weapon had somehow been released into the Pacific causing the inevitably deadly fibres to gather on the world’s beaches.
Meanwhile, far above the earth, Atlas sank onto his throne and accepted the tea from Athena. She gave him a quizzical look. ‘So why are you looking so smug? Apart from the fact you’re a god?’
‘I’ve just helped Horace have his first shave. He’s growing up, you know.’
Athena shook her head. ‘I’ll be the judge of that. He and that boy of Zeus’ were caught trying to extinguish a star by peeing on it, you know.’
Atlas waved the objection away. ‘It’s a big moment, removing the bum fluff from your chin. He only nicked his chin once, too.’
She narrowed her eyes. ‘What did he use as a sink? I hope he didn’t use one of those oceans? Atlas, tell me… come back here at once.’
This is in response to Sue’s #writephoto prompt