This is my participation in the #ZapFic50Friday. The challenge is to write a story in precisely 50 words, with this prompt: tone.

[ENG - Translated with Deepl]

What exasperated her was the tone. She had long since stopped hearing the words. Fifty years together. Her hands were wrinkled, but his were not. Outside, space. "Damn robot," she said, and stroked the walls of the starship with the certainty that only one of them would reach the destination.

[ESP - Original.]

Lo que la exasperaba era el tono. Las palabras había dejado de escucharlas hacía mucho tiempo. Cincuenta años juntos. Sus manos estaban arrugadas, pero las de él no. Afuera, el espacio. Maldito robot, dijo. Y acarició las paredes de la nave con la certeza de que solo uno de los dos llegaría a destino.

La fotografía es de pxhere y se encuentra en dominio público. La captura de pantalla es del sitio https://wordcounter.net/

The photograph is from pxhere and is in the public domain. The screenshot is from https://wordcounter.net/