Here’s the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. This one gave me fits, but here’s what I finally came up with:
Out of breath, he reached the summit. The trek had taken him over desolate rock fields with no visible life.
“Snow, at least I’ll have fresh water.”
Turning in a circle, he spied his surroundings, an island. Unfortunately, the other side showed more of the same.
No vegetation. No food. Perhaps the tide pools would contain some edible life forms? Although, without access to fire, he’d be doing sushi.
Curse his luck. First his ship malfunctions, next his life pod crashes in the ocean, now land with no food. Could it get any worse?
The ground shakes, the smell of sulfur stings his nose. “Well hell.”