Terrence sat on the last rock of the cliff, his eyes lost in the distance, his mind far away from the the waves crashing below. Uncle Mohinder was to board the next space shuttle with tokens of human modern culture : a smartphone, a soccer ball, a tandori chicken recipe and a poem.
What if Aliens couldn’t read and thought we were only soulless beings, rising material over spirit ? Terrence’s grandfather sat next to him with his drawing tools, he sighed deeply twice.
– I’m clueless my boy.
– Show them we can love too.
The old man draw himself hugging Terrence.
This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 20 th installment.
I’ll post another article about how my challenge has gone so far in a couple of days.
I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.