By Sy Power
They promised a fresh start here, yet the view from our foxhole was the same crimson sand we had in the ones back on Earth. Maybe different billionaires bankrolling the tanks. I can’t tell them apart.
“Anything left in that MRE, Peters?” Donovan grinned.
The winds burned my cheeks too deeply for him to see me blush as I broke our last chocolate.
Nestled under the Nereidum Range’s butterscotch sky, we feasted on Hershey’s and good company. I didn’t know if we could count on the rubble of Mars for our futures, but at least we could count on each other.
Sy, seems very prophetic. Nicely done!
I like the human element in the science fiction.