The View From Mars
by Jennifer Stephan Kapral
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5 min readDec 22, 2017
The red dust of Mars is under my nails as I claw at damp bed sheets, nightmares forcing me awake. Priscilla’s bright green bicycle is in flames. Michael’s wedding ring melts into a puddle of liquid gold.
I throw the sheets back, moving to the mock window. It’s set to home, the single Earth moon shining over my street. Our flowerbed is covered in weeds, grass…