Readings returned slightly less than optimal levels, but their shuttle-mind assured them of safety.
The first creature stumbled out, overwhelmed by colours. The browns and blues and golden yellows were not where they should be.
And it hadn’t ever seen so much green.
Their journey from the dying world began generations ago, long before their own time.
What was left of them.
This world was here, now. All around. Spreading, reaching further into the distance than the ship-born ever thought possible.
The creature crouched, removing protection from an appendage, and touched the Earth.
All at once, it felt home.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
April 22, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about earthing. Put a character’s hands, feet or body and soul into the earth. Who needs recharging? What happens between the interaction? Go where the prompt leads!
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