The Last River on Mars

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.

A panoramic view of the end of a world...

A lovely view of the end of a world…

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!

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About L. M. Bernhardt

For a good long while (15 years or so), I taught philosophy at a little private university in northwest IA, and occasionally branched out into playing music, dabbling in photography, experimenting with food, and writing nonsense on my blog. The philosophy teaching part ended in 2017 (program elimination via prioritization), but never fear! I've just finished my MLIS at San Jose State University, and I'm currently on the market looking for new adventures in either philosophy or LIS. Otherwise, I labor to support my dogs in the lavish manner to which they've become accustomed.
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One Response to The Last River on Mars

  1. agent provocateur says:

    Reblogged this on Nevada State Personnel Watch.

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