She was a technophobe in an age of scientific wonders of unimaginable wonder and yet she had married one of the Consortium’s finest stellar cartographers.
When he’d been chosen for the Pathfinder mission, no amount of explanation on his part could convince here there was little, if any, risk on such a routine deep space charting mission.
Two weeks and one unexplained micro-singularity later, he was marooned on an entirely unknown planet and sat thinking of the irony of it all. The night before he’d left they’d spent watching one of her ridiculously-outdated DVD’s…an animated one at that.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: moon.