K E Heaton

Red Dust & Raindrops K E Heaton

The rocket was still approximately eighty miles above the surface, but the outlines and contours of the mysterious red planet were staggeringly clear. A terrain of what could only be described as blood-red boulders scattered accidentally across a huge swathe of terracotta colored sand. It was a landscape that defied the senses, a cacophony of stains and pigments, but overwhelmingly pinks, Venetian reds and rich mahoganies. An alien world where man had never dared to set foot, but in the days to come he would attempt to do... exactly that.