Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “critic(al).” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
A Critical Sunrise
With a wave of her arm, she unveiled her masterpiece. Her audience applauded lightly and she noticed some furrowing of brows.
“Well, what is it? I can take a little criticism” she demanded.
A handsome young man approached her and put his arm around her shoulder, “it’s lovely Eos, but isn’t there a bit much blue and green? That’s not what a sunrise generally looks like. And, doesn’t it usually rise from the East? Sunrise does not normally take place high over head.”
Eos, puzzled a bit about it. “Oh, you’re such a critic! I wanted this one to be special. I mean really, how many eons have I been painting the same sunrises over and over and over. They’re lovely but this one needs to be different.”
“Well, it’s different all right!” Hermes said critically to Uranus, rolling his eyes.
“You two stay out of this!” demanded Eos, “this is between Hyperion and myself, BUTT OUT” and she stamped her dainty foot.
Eos turned her huge eyes imploringly at her sibblings. “I just wanted it to be special. After all this time,” she pouted, “would it hurt you to not criticize and let me make one different? If this is, after all, to be the last sunrise before that silly mortal pushes the big button, let it be different, memorable! Let the cosmos have something to remember poor little earth by, even if it’s just a green sunrise before things reach critical mass.”
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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP