Sunday Photo Fiction: Classified Information

Classified Information

201 05 May 28th 2017

We were warned, but hey this was a must do adventure. Three days into the Martian like terrain, hot, thirsty, and in desperate need of a scrub down, we stopped at what supposedly could be called an oasis. A huge hole in the ground with crystal clear water and a whirlpool, which alternated between the latter and a geyser sized fountain. We got our scrub down, we utilised the torrential like spray from the  geyser, for ourselves, and our specially designed armour plated mobile shelter. Water was warm, and tasted fine, washed us clean in seconds, however it had an aroma, one we were both familiar with, halitosis, but, and we could see the fear in each others eyes, it wasn’t human. We both ran for the shelter, I made it. It was a day gone before I could bring myself to look at what our auto cameras had recorded, and were still recording. We had achieved our objective to visually record an unknown to science predator. My problem now was, am I going to survive, for somehow, maybe the water from our cleaning session had done damage, as for now I was going nowhere. Excerpt  from dairy of deceased.


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© Mick E Talbot 2017/66

Image credit © A Mixed Bag


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