The young boy went home with a somber look on his face. He carried a little jar with moving and sparkling space dust inside it.
His mother recognized the sadness on her son's eyes. In situations like this, only a bowl of tentacle soup could lift up her son's spirit.
"Hey. How's your project?" she kindly asked to the kid. Sighing, the green-skinned child placed the glowing glass vessel on the table.
"Professor Argonaut gave it B-minus."
The mother nodded as she embraced her son. "Well, I think it's a beautiful school project. Maybe it just needs more development."
With a resignated smile, the boy hugged his mother back. "There are chances to build better things."
"That's the spirit kid. C'mon. I cooked your favorite!"
They went to the kitchen and the mother served him the peculiar bowl of soup.
Meanwhile, the jar with space dust remained on the table just on their porch. Inside it were the radiant dust, twirls of microscopic celestial bodies like clusters of galaxies, star systems and stars of various colors.
There were millions of planets as well. One of them is Earth.
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Tales of the Other
Science FictionThere is a Higher Reality that our minds had not processed yet. Probably, our psyche can only process a limited degree of information, or subconsciously, we are denying the existence of the Other. Deep inside us, we could be nothing but insignifican...
