Blue spiked hairdo poked it warily with his cro-ray while the other kids watched from behind the safety shield, afraid that it might blow up.
The lifeless pile of rags next to it stirred, making Bluey jump back, all his bravado vanishing.
It coughed and sat up straight to reveal a weather-beaten wrinkled face covered by few tufts of snow-white hair which sprung up randomly all over the almost bald pate.
Human or otherwise, difficult to say but then all sorts of people traversed this end of the galaxy.
“Hundreds of years ago, it was used for writing.”
Passionate about everything design, I am in love with photography, travel and baking. My writing journey was initiated with my letter writing hobby as a child and has metamorphosised into serious blogging. I indulge with reading fantasy fiction, day dreaming and sipping good wine.