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).
Al’s expert photo of a delicate and beautiful flower makes me think of sunshine.
But I am still in Scotland, so it is but a distant memory.
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Click here to hear me read this short story (1 minute 20 seconds):
The wind is growing steadily stronger.
There was none when we landed.
We saw the treetops sway gently in the turbulence caused by our ship.
The planet is earth-like, verdant.
But with one very strange difference.
There are no animals.
By this I mean no mammals, no birds, no insects.
There is not a living creature on land or in the air.
We have not yet checked the ocean depths, but there is no sign of life in the rivers or ponds.
The wind is almost gale force now.
This is clearly unusual, because trees and shrubs are losing their leaves, and flowers their petals.
Topsoil is being blown off the steeper slopes, exposing roots, leaving saplings and bushes clinging on desperately.
We get word that Rick Malone has disappeared into a sharp gulley.
It seems to me that there are two possible reasons.
Maybe our arrival upset some delicate natural balance.
Or, perhaps, the planet simply does not want us here.