#FlashFiction

Stepping out of his shining space-craft the colonist surveys his new planet.

Barren rock under a purple sky.

Not a sign of life.

Crashing to his knees in despair he shakes his fists at the clouds.

‘Damn it, damn it all to hell.’

‘They did it.’

He pounds the ground with his fists while his tears drop on the dusty soil, then evaporate.

‘They gave me wrong directions.’

I should have taken a left at Orion’s Belt!’

– Job

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