A very short story for Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt. I thought it was going to be mission impossible, for a moment.
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This was the culmination of the exploration mission, and they entered the building as they would have entered a place of worship, with reverence and humility.
One of them bundled the child up warmly, so the chill of the night air wouldn’t wake him and carried him gently, their most wonderful, precious sample, back to the vehicle.
Before closing the door on the empty room, the last of the party left a sign on the bedside table, a clue as to the child’s destiny, just in case his parents should be worried.