Rock Gods #writephoto

This is in response to Sue Vincent’s latest #writephoto prompt

For centuries man pondered why ancient man erected stones, worshipped stacks of rock and placed obelisks across the landscape. Calendars, memorials, places of celebration or sacrifice, tapping into the mysterious magnetism of the Earth’s leylines and gravitational fields: the theories were both prosaic and profound, many and varied and often failed to approach the truth. One smooth sided plinth, ancient and austere confounded the many archaeological brains that turned their attention to it. What could it be?
In a majestic dwelling a couple of blocks down Valhalla Drive, just past the turning to Olympus Heights, Atlas and Athena watched their son Horace as, reluctantly, he boarded climbed the School of Deities chariot. They exchanged a look that spoke of divine concern.
‘Well?’ Atlas lifted a couple of worlds in his right hand, repeating ten times: these new planets were unforgiving and he needed to keep in shape.
Athena wiped her hands on her superfine cloak of magic and tweed and banished the washing up to the cupboards. ‘He has to learn not to cheek in class, darling. Especially when his teacher is Uncle Granitus…’
‘Old fool. What in all the known universes does a Rock God have to teach our boy?’
‘Manners, perhaps.’
‘But Athena, we all used to play these tricks on has-beens like Granitus. Set off an earthquake, trigger a mudslide. What he did was nothing…’
‘He has to focus. It’s hard enough being a god when 27 percent of mortals describe themselves as faithless. There aren’t as many gullible nomads as there were in your day, Atlas.’
‘I know, I know. But this. It was a tiny eruption, a small excretion of limestone…’
Athena allowed an eyebrow to slip up her forehead momentarily freezing her husband’s blood. ‘And the fact this ‘small excretion’ also happened to be our little wonder giving a middle finger salute to my uncle is incidental, is it? A salute that will be there for all to see for several millennia. No, he takes his punishment like a god. A hydra spanking is quite appropriate if you ask me.’

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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22 Responses to Rock Gods #writephoto

  1. Sue Vincent says:

    šŸ˜€ So that explains it…

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  2. Thank god you’re here!

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  3. Mick Canning says:

    That sounds quite a punishment…

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  4. willowdot21 says:

    Ouch!! I am falling for this little family šŸ¤—

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  5. HA! I love the idea of the obelisk being a one-fingered salute! I too am enjoying the Gods stories! šŸ™‚

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  7. Ritu says:

    Great take His Geoffleship! Apologies if I’ve been absent on your blog.. . Somehow I followed you! I’m so sorry!!
    Don’t behead me or anything!

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  9. I love your Gods flashes. So fun. šŸ˜€

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  10. Charli Mills says:

    Ha, ha! It must be tough trying to impress a world with fewer gullible nomads. Give a few more years of current politics and we just might reverse ourselves.

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