by Dave Price
cigarette, Keating studied the mass of rubble
that had once been New York City. On Liberty
Island, a headless statue stood before the ruins
of The Empire State, its torch still held aloft.
made The Big Apple crumble this time, huh?
tried to warn them, but would they listen? That
meteor is heading straight for us, hed said;
but The White House, desperate to avoid a panic,
had placed a moratorium on the data coming out of
NASA control. Thankfully, theyd relented,
and an orderly evacuation had kept the casualties
to a minimum.
Now it was
just a matter of rebuilding an entire city.
saw a meteor moving so fast, said his young
assistant, Shirley, handing him a carton of
strong black coffee.
hope we never do again. Still, theres
plenty of extraterrestrial material for us to
study. I just wish that darned thing had crashed
into a desert.
work now done, it was time for the construction
workers to move in. An hour later, his findings
incomplete, Keating was packing away his
equipment. The origin of the meteor, however, was
still a mystery; it came, as they say, like a
bolt from the blue.
he said, I guess thats one more
mystery well never solve.
Satan took a
firm hold of the bat and faced Jesus, who had
just bowled out one of His Daemons with a
Chinaman. St Peter, the wicket keeper, spat on
his hands and went into a crouch.
said God, the umpire, Good luck. And Satan
to whack it in the direction of the Earth again;
theyre still cleaning up after that last
match we played.
smiled. As if, he said, and assumed