Good morning! It is time for another round of Friday Fictioneers, brought to you by our faithful leader, Rochelle, who is, as we speak, on her way to Israel for an humanitarian endeavour with her cousin, Kent. Safe travels to both of you! Thank you to Jean L. Hayes for donating the photo.
Friday Fictioners is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less using the photo as a prompt.
If you can come up with a good story for this picture, please add your link by clicking on the link below the blue frog.
Sand sifted through RAM’s fingers. First time this way through this ruin-filled landscape. He was tasked to look for the archeological signs of crumbling homesteads, cracked asphalt, and fallow farms, and he found them.
He marked the coordinates, 36.1540° N, 95.9928° W, then surveyed the area for any possible life signs.
Nothing. Only wind moving among the weeds.
He looked upward, noting a relentless blue sky. When the clouds’ tears ceased to fall, so did the planet’s life. Slowly at first, but a prolonged, agonizing death that nothing living could withstand.
Within his head he heard, “Head back to base, Robot- Archeological Mission. Today is done.”