Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt this week
There was speculation it was another mini Ice Age. Or that the climate change was no longer over-heating the planet but now rapidly cooling it. Some thought it may be a despotic madman who had learnt how to control the weather and soon his demented demands would bring an end to years of relative peace. And yet others said that it was the gods, displeased with the dissolute and destructive behaviours of the human occupants who were expressing their ire in age old ways.
Atlas looked at his wrist sundial and sighed; he needed one of those new -fangled smart chronographs that told the time across seventeen underworlds, created mini catastrophes to amuse while awaiting upon an audience with Zeus and played Siren songs to help him sleep after a long day bewailing and bewitching some moth-eaten civilization.
“Athena, where’s my lunch bag?”
Pallas Athena pulled her head out of the oven and appraised her husband. “Not much though you could do with a bit of time in the gym.”
“What? I asked about my lunch bag?”
“Sorry. I thought you said does your front sag. Try the fridge.”
“Why would I ask about my front? It’s still a classic.”
“Perhaps ‘vintage’ might be closer to the mark.”
“Why is there a planet in the fridge?”
“A plan… Oh goodness. Here, let me.”
The two gods stared at the chilled earth. Athena lit a fire and slowly spun the globe in the flames. “Horace has been working on creating weather effects. He wanted to fix a cold snap for tomorrow and I didn’t have the time, what with Dionysus coming for dinner, to help so I told him to put it in there for thirty minutes. Then the oven went out and I completely forgot”.
Atlas turned the planet round. “They don’t look happy. Still ‘appeasing the populace’ will be a good lesson for him. Makes a change from them trying to appease him.