Little Girl (56 Words)
The aliens were sensitive to life forms, but Ji11 wasn’t a life form.
She was the last thing the humans in their containment cell expected to see, carrying the codes for their release.
Ji11 would never understand the relief on the captives’ faces, but she understood the pride in Mary’s quiet whisper: “That’s my little girl!”
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