Misty Mountain And The Bathroom Window #writephoto #flashfiction

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt this week is

People are easily fearful. Turn off the lights and hardwired anxieties bubble to the surface. We buy our children night lights while terrifying them about all the beasties and ghoulies that inhabit the shadows. Superstitions are easily aroused even amongst the most rational and enlightened of people.

When an impenetrable fog began to envelope the Globe, initially the weather forecasters tried to explain the phenomenon. Then politicians articulated conspiracy theories involving duplicitous foreign powers. Finally religious leaders took to the airwaves to predict the End of Days and a God-driven wrath bringing down the curtain on the temporary supremacy of humankind over its Earth-bound dominion.

They were partly correct. It did involves gods and there was certainly going to be wrath though arrogant and egotistical man was wrong to think he anything to do with what was happening…

Meanwhile at 19 Olympus Drive, Pallas Athena and her husband Atlas stood outside there newly installed ablutoir and listened.

‘What’s he doing?’

Atlas frowned at his wife. ‘How do I know? I don’t have X-Ray vision, do I?’

‘What’s X-Ray vision?’

‘It lets you see through solid objects. The Seer mentioned it alongside helicopters and democracy as things she’d foreseen. Personally I think the old bat ought to be pensioned off because they all sound highly improbable.’

‘I think we should go in. Atlas?’

‘Oh give him a break, Pallas. Horace is a young boy-god. He needs to know how to set his hair to intimidate the masses.’

‘Yes well, that’s all very well but he took that planet you gave him in with him. Zeus knows what he might be doing with it.’

‘I could look through the keyhole?’

‘There’s a keyhole?’

‘They’re the coming thing, apparently.’

‘Really? Go on then. What can you see?’

‘Er… well… nothing. It’s a bit misty.’

‘Misty? What… oh that stupid boy. Horace,’ Pallas Athena yanked open the ablutoir door on a startled looking Horace who was creating whirlpools in the bath. She crossed the room and opened the windows. ‘What have I told you about making sure you let the steam out? Have you any idea what all that humidity does to the paintwork?’

Horace pulled a sulky face. ‘But mum, dad says it’s the best way to ensure my locks are as terrifying as his.’

Pallas looked at Earth spinning over the sink. She blew away the last tendrils of fog. ‘Poor little planet. The inhabitants must be so confused.’

Horace pulled on his toga and joined his mother, who was watching Earth’s multitudes scurrying hither and yon. He shook his tresses over Asia causing an unseasonable monsoon. ‘Maybe they’ll revere me now.’

Pallas gave the planet an unhealthy spin, changing the calendar from Gregorian to Julian in four continents. ‘I think the poor lambs have enough gods just now, my little deity. Now off you go find your cousin Jason. Tell him the fleece he ordered has been delivered, but it’s cerise, not that burnt umber he so loves.’

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. 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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27 Responses to Misty Mountain And The Bathroom Window #writephoto #flashfiction

  1. Ritu says:

    Very good His Geoffleship 💜

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Love these characters.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Rowena says:

    Hi Geoff,
    Well done, Geoff and quite a clever idea.
    Reading this reminds me of an old move: “The Gods Must Be Crazy”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzDMe4wX2yM
    Do you remember it?
    Best wishes,

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  4. I am rather partial to the adventures of Horace, Geoff.

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  5. Engaging story, Geoff. You pulled me in with the opening paragraph. We humans are a fearful bunch. The more we seek control, the greater the mess we create.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Ha! We certainly do seem to be going down the drain.
    Well done, Geoff. Hugs!

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  7. Jennie says:

    This was very good!

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Erika Kind says:

    There we go with the explanation for the wet weather we are having!

    Liked by 1 person

  9. willowdot21 says:

    You can’t get the Gods these days 💜💜


  10. Charli Mills says:

    This sums up what happens in your series nicely: “Poor little planet.”


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