Enjoying Time Off

A meteor the size of Manhattan was approaching the Earth. Governments built spaceships and moved everyone off the planet and onto the moon.

I was the only one who stayed.

I was sitting out by Lake Michigan, enjoying the peace and quiet of an abandoned planet, when the meteor bust through the Earth’s atmosphere and hurtled towards land.

The meteor hit the lake at an angle, and instead of plunging, skipped the entire 307 miles of water, landing on the edge of Detroit.

It reminded me of when my father taught me how to skip stones when I was a kid. A confident whip of the wrist could send a stone kissing the surface of the water fourteen or fifteen times before it sank.