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.
“Revenge of the Snakefish”
About the story: An intrepid explorer stranded with only his wits and some instant meals.
A nod to Paul Starr.