The light here on this world was old, greasy. Its redshifted glow, bounced, amber-like, from ancient edifices of strange origin. Huge blocks of crumbling concretions. Dust devils slinked and scuttled, dry rats of wind-blown granules hunting for food. Although, here, there was none.
The worlds' star hung fat, and gibbous in the dry sky. Red. If you held your hand up, you could see prominences lumber ponderously into its corona. Arching back on themselves as the magnetic field lines snapped and whipped.
It was here, at the edge, that they found the object. Partially embedded in the regolith.
Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago
Wonderfully written, Jeff. I've learnt some new words today, gibbous, regolith...I am a better man now! 'Slinked and scuttled' - superbly descriptive.
Jeff Taylor almost 7 years ago
Thanks Neville 😊
Jeff Taylor almost 7 years ago
Thanks Drew. 😊
Christopher almost 7 years ago
This was so descriptive I had to shake the dust off my clothes after reading it. Fantastic, Jeff.
Jeff Taylor almost 7 years ago
Thanks Christopher😊