“What do you suppose it was?” asked Amelia, poking the ashy dirt with one of her sticks, stirring it around.
“I wouldn’t do that,” I warned. “Could be unexploded ordinance—you never know.”
She gasped and moved back—although not very far—as I studied the point of impact, noting how angular it was, how geometrical (as if a giant arrowhead had been stabbed into the earth); all of which left me to wonder—had the object somehow been removed? Or was it still down there?
I scanned the area, looking for debris. “There’s no wreckage—which is odd. So I doubt it was a satellite. No; I’m afraid there’s only two possibilities, really. Bomb or meteorite. And I doubt very much it was a bomb.”
“Or is?”
“Or is.”
She didn’t say anything, only continued staring into the dirt.
At last I said, “What is
