This week’s #writephoto prompt
No one could explain it. Science was confounded. Even religious leaders, who found meaning in texts incomprehensible to mere mortals, struggled to make sense of this astronomical phenomenon. A sign, an omen, a mere freak of collective consciousness – it defied rational and irrational explanation. Maybe the second moon was, indeed, cheese. That would make more sense than any other alternatives.
At 19 Olympus Drive Pallas Athena put away the dishes and picked up Atlas’ robes. They were looking distressed – he was definitely thickening around the waist. Either he needed to lift a few more worlds or she’d have to reduce the ambrosia and add chia seeds instead. That might be a little bit ‘new godly’ for an unreconstructed deity like her husband, but he wasn’t young any more and was spending too much time in the Foothills for her liking.
She passed Horace’s room and stopped. He was unusually quiet. She would like to think he was revising for his Awe and Wonder exams after the holidays but the flashing lights and giggles suggested otherwise.
‘Horace, what in Our Name are you doing?’
Horace guiltily dropped the flaming orb and whipped his other hand behind his back. ‘Nothing.’
‘Horace…’ Athena’s tone brooked no nonsense.
‘Just a little bit of Awe practice, Mum.’
‘What are you holding?’
Reluctantly Horace opened his hand. Athena peered at the palm.
‘Is that what I think it is?’
‘And how on all the planets does a toe nail clipping instil Awe?’
Horace suddenly became energised. He held the glowing orb and reflected the light off the nail’s shiny surface. ‘See, down there?’ Athena squinted at the little mortals running around on the surface of the planet on Horace’s desk, hands over their heads, clearly terrified. ‘That’s a lot of Awe.’
She sighed. ‘I think you’d better prepare your ears for a bit of Awe when your father starts some clippings of his own.’