Finally, they had got Mrs Willoby out of the old peoples’ home. Supporting her, the careers walked her onto the awaiting boat. The crew were silent, nerves building. They didn’t like being here, an eerie deadness hung about the empty island.
Once the hundred year old lady was seated, Mrs Willoby smiled and peered into her handbag. Nestled in a tissue was a throbbing green stone. Space contamination the government said, but she had never believed them. It was just a pretty stone.
The boat took off at high speed, leaving the condemned land but sealing the fate of another.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/07/25/27-july-2018/ with thanks).