What the Crab Apple Tree Near Miranda Spaceport Saw
ShortStory 962 words Recommended by 1 award/anthology source
"1.8 billion miles from the sun, my roots dig deep into the soil of a small garden. I am a curious thing—an aspiration. Everything else on Miranda is ruthlessly utilitarian, but I am ornament. I am beauty. This garden nominally exists to facilitate some small part of the colony’s gas exchange..."
Quasar links out; the story lives on Apex, where the author gets the click.