The man and his boy made their home beneath the wreckage. A meteoroid storm had forced them to make a crash landing and it had taken them a month to salvage the debris, and another month to finally accept that no help was coming. They had strayed too far from the spacelanes.
The man handed over the last of the packaged meals. Tomorrow they would have to find more food. It was a dry, barren planet, seemingly devoid of life. But there was no need to worry the boy yet.
“Eat up, son,” he said and ruffled the boy’s hair.
Antonio Urias 
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