Do you ever stop and listen to the lapping waves, rolling back and forth to the shore? Do you notice the singing birds soaring above the cerulean skies? Do you hear the children’s laughter on Saturday afternoons? Do you ever feel your beating heart?
Close your eyes. Listen. What do you hear?
I am Apollo, son of Zeus and Leto, God of Music. I’m a fine-looking chap who used to carry a golden lyre until mankind, in your most pragmatic way, has modernized my old-fashioned approach. So here I am, strumming an electric guitar burning with passion.
Mortals tend to make music louder— thinking the loudest sound reaches the farthest place. But I can hear everything from up here, even the softest hum. You’ve changed music a lot, too— some to my liking, some not. Still, I love it when a song stirs a memory and a rhythm calms a heart. I love it when you take my key to chart a journey to a new world.
Close your eyes. Listen. What do you hear?
Word Count: 175
Here is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay. It reminds me of Mitch’s The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto and the Greek God, Apollo. 🙂
Apollo is one of the most complex and important gods, and is the god of many things, including: music, poetry, art, oracles, archery, plague, medicine, sun, light and knowledge. He is the son of Zeus and the Titan Leto, and was born in the Greek island of Delos
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