One Hundred Word Wednesday: Wish You Were Here

They hailed us as explorers, the first new colonists in centuries.

We paraded ourselves in front of cameras. We competed, we cried, we said our goodbyes.

The journey took ages. We worked impossible hours once we arrived.

The first death happened in months.The rest were eaten one by one.

I’m all that’s left. I learned the truth.

The natives were hungry.

The ones that sent us made contact, and a contract to send food every four years.

I’m the last one left. There’s no one to tell but this card.

Greetings from Roanoke Colony, Mars.

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