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.”

This post has been written for #fridayfotofiction prompt which is hosted every week by Tina & Mayuri