Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday. Today we’re continuing on with our arranged marriage in outer space in the year 2088. Louise has arrived at a mining base on the moon of Esther to meet her new husband. The man waiting, however, is not who she expected. To put it mildly, he looks and smells like he was recently hosed off a barroom floor. With her stomach tossed about by the shuttle landing, Louise is having trouble not puking on his shoes.
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“I’m Adam Elliot,” he said, like it should mean something.
“Okay. Where’s Gideon?”
His scowl singed the top of her head and baked her already addled brain. They’d said returning to natural gravity took some getting used to but this was crazy and where was her husband? This must be what unclaimed luggage felt like.