Flash Fiction: Colony

Riding shotgun in the six-wheeled truck, Brin was pensive.

“Pa, are all us colonists on Aries criminals?” she asked as they passed through red weed and rust colored plains.

He looked to his young daughter. “They only ever found us guilty of bein’ poor.”





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