Gods&Angels

  She walked into the quiet, empty room. It was different than the other rooms in the museum. A cracked and partial piece of what looked like a building was featured in the room. On the panel was a line of people, possibly Greek goddesses, but the card under the sculpture informed her they were the nine muses and it was Roman not Greek.  She was fascinated by the details in the work, the pillars on either side, the folds in their robes, the arches holding two muses each except one in the center of the panel. “Why is that one muse by herself?” Sandra wondered. “And which muse is she?” “That’s Euterpe,” said a man’s voice. Sandra turned to see an older gentleman in the room with her. “She is the muse of music and lyric poetry. Her name means ‘one who gives pleasure,’” the man continued. “It is said she brought great inspiration to Orpheus, the great musician.” “You know a lot about her,” Sandra said. “I know of all the muses and others,” he states matter-of-factly. A...

  “Everyone has a flower except me,” the young teen whined to her mother. “What are you talking about, Juniper?” asked Juno. “Flowers mother!” She said as though that cleared it all up. “Flowers,” Juno repeated back to her daughter. “Yea, flowers. Iris has one, Krokus has one, for the sake of Olympus, even Narcissus has one and he wasn’t even immortal,” she stomped her foot as she spoke of the self-absorbed boy who fell in love with his own reflection.  “Okay, would you like me to create a flower for you?” Juno said calmly, offering a solution to the distraught teenager’s problem. “No. That’s not how this works.  That’s not how any of this works,” Juniper flopped into a seat, crossed her arms, and pouted. “I’m just going to go for a walk and think about this.” Juniper left Olympus and went down to Earth to walk in the forest.  She walked on a narrow trail taking notice of all the wildflowers. She walked past some iris and wanted to tear them out of th...