Sometimes, when I take a photo, I find myself caught up in imagining a story about it. A phrase or a line or a bit of character will just come to mind, and off we go! I usually can’t write that story — it’s really just an idea, a hint of a thought of a possibility — but it lives in the image every time I see it, and it haunts me.
I look at this shot (taken with an iPhone out of an airplane window somewhere outside of Las Vegas, then edited a bit to enhance the colors) and I imagine the dying days of a wetter, more life-friendly Mars. There’s a story of the last living things here, waiting for the end, perhaps wondering if it really is the end, holding out for one more Martian summer.
I don’t really have anything to add to that hint of a tale, only the idea of it, but it’s something. Perhaps it’s a story for someone else to tell, because I surely couldn’t do it justice.
So: Here’s your writing prompt, clever authors! Tell me the story of the Last River on Mars!