The holiday

His spindly grey finger swirled haphazardly in the air before pointing randomly upon the galactic charts.
“So where are we going for our vacation?” she asked with bated breathe.
He drew back his finger to reveal their destination, an isolated blue-green planet.
“Bugger! Practice shot?”
“Practice shot,” she agreed.

The Holiday was first published in issue 124 of Antipodean SF

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