Elias closed the file and looked out his own window at the dark city skyline. He wondered who had been driving, who had been shooting the photo, and why the memory of that beautiful, stormy afternoon was something they ultimately decided they had to destroy. If you'd like to take this story further, let me know:
In his line of work as a digital forensic recovery specialist, most files were mundane. They were spreadsheets of forgotten expenses, blurry vacation photos, or duplicates of tax forms. But this one was different. It sat alone in a partition that had been intentionally, aggressively corrupted. Someone had tried to burn this specific memory to the ground. 9AF3B32C-76D4-4601-A761-1ED072647942.jpeg
It was a photograph taken from the passenger seat of a car moving at high speed. The foreground was a blur of a grey guardrail and motion-streaked wildflowers. But beyond the blur, perfectly framed by the window, was an ancient, crumbling stone watchtower sitting alone on a bald, green hill. The sky above it was the bruised purple of an oncoming summer thunderstorm, pierced by a single, sharp shaft of golden late-afternoon sun. Elias closed the file and looked out his
He pulled up the metadata. There was no GPS location tagged, no camera model listed. The timestamp simply read: September 14, 2018, 05:42 PM. Someone had tried to burn this specific memory to the ground