Twenty years is a long time to live in anticipation. At least, Professor Pettibone thought so—until the twenty years were up.
s something he had heard as a child and, isolated here on Mars, he had remembered it and used it to keep from losing his power of speech.
The ritual finished, he walked to the edge of the nearest canal, and gathered a bushel or so of dried Martian moss. He returned and began polishing the shiny exterior of the wrecked space ship. It had to really glitter if it was to be an effective beacon in guiding the rescue ship.
Professor Pettibone knew--had known for years--that a ship would come. It w
A strange story. A lonely shipwreck survivor on Mars waits 20 years for his rescue. Then it comes. Sometimes plans don't work out.