At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.

The daily log would report it as another random piece of space debris on Mars.

“Curiosity Rover, you are go to pick up the object,” a voice squawked through a young engineer’s earpiece as nervous hands extended 140 million miles to pick up the sphere.

“Bring it close to the camera son.”

The team looked stunned through the cracked marble now larger than life on the mission control wall of monitors.

“Is that earth spinning inside?”

The young engineer looked up at the screen and flinched slightly putting pressure on the small glass orb.

It shattered.

Alarms sounded. Life support systems began to switch online. The air breathed cleaner as oxygen was pumped in. The Defcon level shot straight up to that of a full scale nuclear assault.

Only those underground would survive. Those enjoying their last sunrise were boiled alive instantly and those lucky enough to be asleep froze to death in moments.

Earth’s atmosphere was gone.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

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June 19th, 2015

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