A metal ship crossed the perfect sector.
Great Mind opened a path beside the ship as a youngling’s human host floated out.
Great Mind pulled the host through and sealed the path. The ship drifted onward, oblivious.
“Ugh-” the host, a human female, stumbled beneath unexpected gravity.
“We’re saved!” came a voice in her head.
She stared at the alien structures, the creatures beyond.
“You are home,” began Great Mind, “we aren’t yet part of your second world. It’s not safe.”
“When we supplant an Elder, you’ll be returned. For now, you are home.”
“This is not home.”
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
February 18, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story where a character is in the right place at the right time. It may be cause for celebration! Go where the prompt leads!
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