Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
My first thought this week when I saw Al’s somewhat challenging photo was rain.
I am a Scot, we are genetically programmed to think about rain.
Even this morning, basking in Mediterranean sunshine for the umpteenth successive day, I think about rain.
And no, I do not miss it!
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It is my first visit to H’Too.
It is reputedly the wettest planet in any solar system.
It rains constantly.
No, not like Scotland, but literally constantly.
It never stops.
It is never torrential, never just a drizzle.
Just a steady downpour, always.
Low heavy dark clouds, always.
But this wretched lump of rock is rich in minerals, so we are building and mining.
Most of the guys do one month on, one month off, and many never return.
I signed up for a year with no leave.
I need the money and there is no one to go home to.
I have been here ten weeks; after six I was going crazy.
The unceasing thrum of rain on roofs, on walls, on windows, is mind-numbing.
I haven’t ventured outside for weeks now.
I have only one regret as I climb on the chair and adjust the rope.
I will never see the sun again.