Five Sentence Fiction: “Innocence”

She’s two, and curious. She teeters with each step, barely remaining upright, a controlled fall across the surface of the Earth. She comes to an abrupt stop, her diapered rear planting itself in the grass, and she raises her eyes only to be dazzled by the sun.

The alien is an immense misshapen figure casting her in sudden shadow. It reaches down and —gently, carefully — pats her on the head.