Who watches us (Friday Fictioneers)

No one knows what happened.
No one knows who they were, where they came from or where they went.
We are left with what they left us.
Paintings, ruins, artefacts.
We explore and investigate and exhume. We fight over the remains. We insist they are ours. We show them off to a curious populous and speculate on what they truly meant.
What the inhabitants here don’t know is that we are still here. Watching. Judging. Waiting for the right time to show ourselves. When they are enlightened enough. When they are ready.
Until then. We wait. We watch. We ponder.
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Word Count: 100
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I like the idea that the alien artefacts may be incomprehensible rather than dangerous
Thank you, Neil!
There is so much we do not and never will know. Well done, Laurie.
Agreed, Bill
If they’re waiting for us to be enlightened enough, they may still have a long wait ahead….!
Oh agreed, Iain! Absolutely
The idea that a more intelligent being exists and watches us is unnerving. Provided they only watch-let’s close those curtains at night.
You never know, James!
An intriguing take, well done.
Thanks Mason !
Great response, Laurie. “Until then…” perfect analysis.
Thank you so much Gwen!!
Loved this. Well done!
Thank you Amie!
I really liked how you added that part at the end that they are still here, watching and waiting.
Yes, I felt it needed that add on to show that they might still be watching in some form or another
Very good. Remnants of ancient people do engender such thoughts. The ‘unknowability’ of the past is so intriguing and frustrating. Your closing section is unnerving – and very plausible.
Thank you so much, Margaret!
Dear Laurie,
I like the way you wrote the two sides to the story. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle !