I came in at 105 words exactly. Enjoy!
Tagon gripped Glenn’s clothes and leaned his face into the boy’s back, tears falling freely. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, he thought, we were supposed to be safe on this backwater planet.
But they weren’t safe. A Klystocene raiding party tracked them here somehow. The yellow-green ‘meteor’ landed early this morning.
They didn’t know about Glenn; he could still be safe. The goat would take him to the next village; someone would take the boy in, care for him. He’d grow up as human. He could evade eradication, survive.
Then why is it so hard to let go?
Tagon forced his fingers open.