The Martian still hasn’t adjusted to life in New York City. “I’m too old to learn new tricks,” he mumbles. At stoplights, he accelerates at green lights but stops short when they turn red in the rearview. Yesterday, he caused his eighth accident. Tomorrow, his tenth.
This is understandable, humans decide. Stoplights on Mars are pink, beige, and amber, and less sharp than those hanging on Earth.
Max Kruger-Dullholds an MFA in Writing from Vermont College of Fine Arts. His recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in AGNI, West Branch, the minnesota review, Quarterly West, Bat City Review, the Chautauqua Anthology, and elsewhere. He lives in New York with his boyfriend and two dogs. For more, please visit maxkrugerdull.com or find Max on Instagram @mkrugs92.
