A Martian Chronicle pt 1 of 2

There’s a lot of things we don’t admit to ourselves, thoughts, truths, memories, dreams. We hang them on a far peg in the battered closet we never use. You know the kind, every home has one; Guess that old thing needs a little repair and didn’t the handle use to be a different colour?
Well next spring cleaning, we always promise, and it’ll get fixed.
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A Martian Chronicle Concluded

part two:

Things have a way of coming at you sideways on Mars, and that includes Martians.
“I’m sorry,” I heard myself say, “what?”
“Only you’re standing in my light d’you see?” said the Martian.
“What?” I said again, somewhat stupidly, and turned around. The Martian was looking at me intently and with a slight frown. The skin of his face was as white as the wreckage of his architecture; his eyes were a luminescent gold that I remembered all too well.
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