Red Planet Refugees: Inklet, #14

By Liana Brooks

Blue lightning, red clouds, searing heat and a dwindling water supply: just a typical day on Spiral. 

Jessa watches the monitors daily, waiting for the return of the ice ship. Her family died in the last water rationing crisis—and she longs for good news to share with the colony this time. 

The ice ship's mission lasts six more months. But of course, Jessa looks anyway—just in case. 

The stand-alone sequel to Brooks' short story Seventy, for everyone who wants to believe in hope. 

1400 words / science fiction

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inkprint Press
• Release date: Jul 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386050827

Liana Brooks

Liana Brooks once read the book GOOD OMENS by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and noted that both their biographies invited readers to send money (or banana daiquiris). That seems to have worked well for them. Liana prefers strawberry daiquiris (virgin!) and will never say no to large amounts of cash in unmarked bills. Her books are sweet and humorous with just enough edge to keep you reading past your bedtime. Liana was born in San Diego and in addition to there has lived in Illinois, Colorado, Florida, Texas, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina, and Kansas. We'd like to tell you where she is right now, but last we checked she was researching books on both Alaska and Africa. Not only are the bookstore algorithms breaking trying to track this lady, but we can't tell you where to mail that daiquiri. Your best bet is to try Twitter where you can often find @LianaBrooks talking about her four kids, her giant dog, and plans for world domination.

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Red Planet Refugees

INKLET #14

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Red Planet Refugees

Blue lightning arched through red clouds boiling on the horizon. The sun hung low, a reminder of the day to come, a reminder of searing heat and the outpost’s dwindling water supply. I pulled another shirt off of the line and risked a peek at the dark horizon.

Nothing.

The distant galaxies were too faint to be seen, and there were no near stars. We were the last outposts, the last human refuge before nothingness. But I didn’t care about that; I was looking for the ice ship.

Every year it was a race. The original colonists were left with a single vessel to conduct basic observations and experiments. When the domes failed, that single ship moved my ancestors