Is there life?

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More photographic prompts er… “prompted” me to combine 2 snaps into a quick sci-fi 70’s pastiche. Simples!

I woke from a dreamful sleep, feeling very peaceful. My remembrance of the previous evening was quite different. That had been horrifyingly painful, life changing.

I looked around for my smashed up car. But there were no vehicles and no roads, for as far as the eye could see. It was quite deserted. So how had I got here?

The sun was welcome. A slow steady warmth, healing my bones and caressing my skin back to life. I imagined myself a golden sunflower, standing proud and erect, face turned reverently to Helios, leaves strong and dark green, full of sunshine and iron. That worked. I felt better as every moment passed.

a figure in silhouette close to the camera walking from left to rightBut there were no plants. Only gravel, pebbles, rocks and stones on sand. I stopped, listened and heard a far away sound, almost only a feeling, so distant was it. It was a rushing sound, but a slow majestic rush, as though a wall of water, a mile high was roaring towards me, a million miles away. Highlights in the sound, as though someone were hitting a triangle, far, far away, occasionally broke through the ever present distant roar. My throat felt dry, so I stopped to drink from the bottle of water I found lodged in my pocket.

My skin, always prone to some eruption in the sun, started to itch and flake and became sore, so much so, that I stopped and sat down in a group of rocks to hid myself for a while, from the sun’s slow, blow-torching burn.

A voice, a human voice? It couldn’t be! The place was deserted. But again, there – hear it? Who or what? Something about a plan? I couldn’t tell. Someone telling me to scram? It was crazy, but there it was again.

Then I knew that voice. It was the screeching voice of my mother.

“Sam, Sam! Will you get down those bloody stairs now! Your breakfast is on the table!

“If you don’t get out of your pit right now, I’m going to feed your breakfast to the dog.” She loves me really.

“All right, Mum” I managed to call downstairs.

I threw off the sheets and grabbed my paisley dressing gown off the back of the door, almost tripping over it, as I crested the top of the stairs.

“Mum, Mum, I was having an amazing dream. Why did you have to spoil it!”

“Your breakfast’s stone cold Sam Tyler and you both bloody deserve each other, that’s all I can say.” she said, while slopping egg and bacon out of the frying pan onto a plate.

Curiosity getting the better of her she then said “Anyway what was it about? Well I suppose you’re going to tell me anyway.”

“That’s the thing. I just don’t know Mum. It was amazing. So peaceful. Everything was orange, well nearly red, and there was no water, anywhere. It was just incredible. No noise except…”

“Sounds like Mars to me.” Mum said looking at me like I’d lost my marbles.

“Some strange wailing cry far away in the distance but getting closer all the time. It was terrifying.. It was you! Mum you’ve only gone and done it! You’ve broken my dream. I know now!” I danced about the kitchen.

“What?” she said from the sink.

“You broke my dream… I know now! There’s no life on Mars!”

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