Gift From the Heavens

Our Friday Fictioneers prompt has popped into my In box again thanks to the efforts of our kind host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at Addicted to Purple. If you pop over to her blog you can click on the InLinkz blue frog and see other bloggers’ responses — and even add your own. Tossing a special thanks across the pond to CE Ayr at Sound Bite Fiction for contributing this unique photo.

Though I may find this a hard scene to do as a fiction tale, it’s going to be a breeze for me as non-fiction. The minute I saw this picture I remembered an unusual melon-sized rock our cousin Ron and wife Rose had sitting on their coffee table. It was such an unusual shape and color you had to ask for the story behind it.

PHOTO PROMPT© CEAyr

Circa 1928 Ron and his father were making hay in the field beside Old Wives’ Lake when this smoking ball streaked from the sky toward them. They watched in awe as the meteor splashed into the lake followed by a sizzling sound. A cloud of steam rose. Impressed, they went back to their task at hand.

Then came the Dirty Thirties; the shallow lake disappeared. One day Ron was cutting grass in the lake bed when he found this mottled black rock, seemingly spewed from a volcano. He hauled it home and gave it pride of place in their garden.

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63 thoughts on “Gift From the Heavens

    • You’re right. I expect CE’s photo was a lava rock; it has the same melted look as Ron’s rock, but his was more rounded, more cantaloupe-size. He says it raised quite a cloud of steam when it hit the water. 🙂
      Thanks for your comment.

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    • Thank you. It’s all in the timing, where you are when the lightning strikes. 🙂
      This rock would be a great find for the garden even if it didn’t fall from heaven. I wonder where CE found it?

      Thinking I don’t write enough in the murder and mayhem dept, I did a story last week about the mayhem after Uncle Eric bit into his burger at the Fictioneers Family Picnic. I sent a copy to Dale and, rather than being duly horrified, she found it amusing.
      I’ll try to tweak it for this FF prompt.:)

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  1. Do you know how heavy an iron-nickle meteorite would be? I once tried to lift one not much bigger than a bowling ball and couldn’t budge it. That said, it would look cool in a garden.

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    • You’re right; it would. But it would definitely take a heavy piece of equipment to lift it. We occasionally see rocks that size, granite most likely, as a decoration beside some peoples’ driveways and I can just imagine them getting it there…a forklift…a flatbed trailer…
      Thanks for your comment.

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    • We live on a gravel road and I often look at the stones when I’m out walking. Sometimes you find something really unique.
      One day I found a stone about the size of a super-fat kidney bean, smooth but sculptured, squeezed in the middle and a bit bigger at both ends. It has crosswise layers or swirls or rings of grey/ charcoal/ beige/ grey/ thin ring of charcoal/ grey/ beige/ charcoal/ a beige rather pointed end with one last thin ring of charcoal at the tip. The beige is limestone and more worn away; the charcoal rock is harder and forms the thicker “ribs”. All this sandwiched into one small rock!

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  2. I like meteors, Christine. I mention one, too, this week only it wasn’t necessarily the subject. The story’s cool, too. You’d be amazed what we find in rural Kansas. Lots of rocks like that.

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    • Thank you. I think everyone is interested in “falling stars” and the fascinating voyage they’ve had, but few people actually get to own one. The meteor Ron and his dad saw likely would have dived into the soil and burned to ashes or been buried if it hadn’t hit the lake.

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  3. Old Wives Lake? Connie would prefer I use the term Late-Middle-Age as opposed to Old. I suppose they told a lot of tales while sitting on the shores of this lake as well. Late-Middle-Age ladies seem prone to that.

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    • I can see why that would be her preference, but the natives weren’t as politically correct. Which is why a warrior band from one tribe slaughtered the old people from the other tribe on the shores of this lake. According to the native legend the lake represents the tears of the old wives as they were being killed.
      Thanks for your comment.

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  4. And now he can spin all kinds of stories of where it came from and how it ended up in his garden 🙂 Nice one Christine! 🙂 Thanks for your visit.

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    • Yes, he could have, but Ron was an honest man, not given to making up tales. Besides which, the truth was very appealing to the folks who hear it. A real meteorite that landed has serious appeal. 🙂 Thanks for your comment.

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