Fall Leaves

I have an admission to make.

My first novel opened with the scene of a sort of "perfect fall day" on Mars.

That's right. I had oak tree's and grass on Mars. It was that bad

The other night I had the idea of seeing if I could rescue that story in a like 2,000 word space opera with a sort of "the bad guys always get away, but at least we'll always have each other," kind of piece.

Only without the trees this time.

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