Precocious
by Phil Temples
The object
clamped down tightly on the planet Earth,
instantly stopping its rotation. Buildings,
people, trees, mountains, animals--splat!
Everything was torn asunder and heaved skyward.
The oceans dribbled into the heavens.
“Put that
dirty marble down and go wash your hands for
dinner,” yelled the mother to her precocious
child.
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