Monique loved photography and loved traveling. Having an interstellar ship provided ample opportunity for both.
She stopped at Gamma Petreon to refuel. While she waited she roamed the orbital habitat. Happily, she discovered a fellow photography buff reselling cameras in his shop.
Branwyk was rather old, but his cybernetic limbs kept him mobile. His artificial eye glittered as they shared stories. Monique noticed an antique camera sitting on the shelf. “What’s that one?”
“My last camera,” sighed Branwyk, looking misty-eyed. “It’s an Oppenpax SX3275. Not the best hologram resolution, but so reliable! I carried it everywhere, even after I bought better cameras. We traveled to seventy stars together.”
“Looks damaged,” noted Monique.
“Oh, it’s beyond repair. It was with me, of course, when I had my accident.” He gestured at his cybernetics. “No more traveling for me after that. It’s why I opened this shop.”
Monique winced, “Sorry to hear that.”
“Such is life. Have a look.” He produced a hologram. “It’s the last photo I took with the Oppenpax.”
“Wow. Excellent framing. Such a dramatic scene.”
“You’re too kind.”
“No, really. It’s a great closeup of a giant worm’s teeth.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/11/05/sunday-photo-fiction-november-5th-2017/