She woke on Sundays.
The world was small, quiet; the landing site nearly self-sustaining, but when she’d slept a month she’d woken to find the smallest robot bumping into walls, so now she woke on Sundays.
Her calendar marked thirty-one Sundays. She woke, X’d the date, took notes, transmitted data, checked the fields.
The robots did most of that. Still, she had to do something.
The calendar had 12 months of Sundays. On “Christmas” she made eggnog. For “New Year’s”, she cried at old songs.
On Leap day, they finally reached her.
Written to Jul 30th’s Thimbleful Thursday prompt as an experiment in tootfiction – 500-character-or-less fic for Mastodon
Actually, in this case, this version is slightly longer to fit in the Thimbleful requirements. The Tootfiction version here – https://tootplanet.space/@aldersprig/34252 was only 80 words.
… and now that this text may be longer than the story…
Oh yeah! Inspired by the Wired comic for Interstellar, which I liked better than the movie.
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