Inspired by Judey Kalchik's wonderful 60-second storytelling prompt. I'm late to the party, but I thought I'd post it just for fun :) I hope everyone had a happy eclipse! I tried to make a video to delight...perhaps I'll add it later when I feel less self-conscious.
Have you ever spent an eclipse alone? I haven’t. The meaning of the word is lonely enough. It translates to ‘an abandonment.’ I’ll be the first to admit that the absence of the sun is plenty to bum me out, but tack on isolation or heartbreak, and the eclipse can be a recipe for personal disaster.
These feelings of loneliness during an eclipse are inextricably linked to our evolving understanding of the phenomenon. Ancient Greeks believed an eclipse meant Helios was angry with them and punishing them for their sins by leaving, thus blotting out his light. We have come a long way from believing gods or goddesses are pulling these celestial bodies in any way, but the primal fear of being left–of being alone, persists.
That’s why we at Solmates came up with Eclipse Companions! Never again will you have to endure an eclipse by yourself! People have been paying for friends for years, but as time passes, the pressure to maintain that connection becomes as burdensome as an organic friendship. Nobody wants that! We offer one-day-only engagements with absolutely no strings attached. Our unique pairing system matches you with your ideal companion for your chosen event.
For the astronomically low rate of $1000/eclipse, you can have a Solmates original Eclipse Companion.
Good luck with the pairing process, and happy viewing!
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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Flags flew freely in the summer breeze. They consisted of a gray and white human brain against a black background. Scales of gold sat just overtop the image of the organ. The sun rose at just the zenith and shared its light and warmth with the attendees to one of the country-states’ greatest accomplishments: the graduation of two women who had been in a halfway house and found their passions for art design and communications. Mala and Sheltham looked on with sunglasses and cheered the graduates. With the knowledge they had months to go before being up on that stage, they looked at each other and grinned. After the ceremony, they walked into a pizza restaurant that fit their budgets.
By Skyler Saunders7 days ago in Chapters
Comments (4)
Yowza, steep fee....I will watch with the bunnies and deer and listen as the birds go to bed at noon. Nice story, I loved it.
Ha! Clever stuff! And very well written!
Such effective storytelling!! Loved it! x
OOOOO! This is a wonderful idea! There's a new book out by a man that rents himself out for a living!