The ball raced through the stalks of green grass like rolling boulder, the white-and-black checkerboards of hexagons whirling round and round, gathering mud. Excited shouts echoed over the field as the children raced after it, struggling for dominance over the small sphere that controlled the game.
Watching from the sidelines, Alpha studied each movement and gradually came to understand the rules of the game.
What she wasn’t sure of was the purpose. What advantage did playing possibly give them? Not food. Not wealth. Not knowledge. It seemed pointless.
Just another nonsensical characteristic of this backwards race, she thought. I’ll be glad to be off this world. Away from their movies. Their televisions. All those pointless distractions.
That was what she told herself. What she felt… that was another matter.
She sat and watched the game continue, hoping that she wouldn’t have to leave after all.
Word Count: 145
This is for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and to Yinglan for providing the prompt photo!