This is my Friday Fictioneers submission for 24th April, after a long hiatus. Originally, I’d planned a jokier piece, but this is what emerged. Thanks to Doug MacIllroy for the picture.
Another research station, supposedly looking for minerals. They can’t admit it, but it’s us they’re trying to find. No such thing as yetis, they’ll say, as their eyes scan the horizon for dark, outsized figures.
We do what we can to make them leave us alone, hiding our civilisation, burying our dead where we know they won’t be found. At times, we’ve tried to disappoint them with yak pelts and the distorted footprints of bears. None of it has been enough to abandon their urgent, embarrassed quest.
I take the rock in my paw. The time has come.