Paul Xanthus looked at the crumpled, lightly steaming wreckage of his scoutship and frowned. “Born for trouble,” he declared. “The only habitable planet in a cluster full of rocks, and I manage to crash. At least I chose a nice spot for it.”
The yellow sun sent reflections twinkling off rippled water as he turned to survey the nearby lake. The water was clear, blue, and cool-looking. Little waves lapped on the pebbled shore, signs that something big and loud had recently passed close overhead before ramming itself into soft forest loam.
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“Revenge of the Snakefish”
About the story: An intrepid explorer stranded with only his wits and some instant meals.
A nod to Paul Starr.