Going Underground

By Schuyler Abrams

He looked at his mirrored reflection and appraised the results of three months of medical operations. The surgeons reconfigured his face, stretched out his limbs and burned off his fingerprints. How many individual surgeries did he have to undergo in order to start a new life? Too many. He needed to blend in though, if he was to be successful going into hiding.

The nurses gave him pain pills since his eyes still burned from the most recent procedure, a retina operation. It didn’t matter that his eyes would always be sensitive to light now. There were many caves on Mars.