Microscopic Stories

Vanish

Vanish

My brother, Marston, was in charge of the first settlement on Cronus. I was in the expedition sent to investigate the settlers’ disappearance.

Their initial buildings were still there, grouped like molehills in the endless fields that covered the planet. But there was no sign of the people. We found none in months of searching.

As we waited to leave after our failure, I wandered over to the herd of herbiverous groguls nearby. These, Cronus’ sole animal species, were totally fearless, having no natural predator. One sported a necklace of alien manufacture. And then I noticed another wearing Marston’s wristwatch.


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