At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it. I could see a pulsating glow intermittently releasing flashes of light from the center of the ball. The radiant twinkle seemed to match the fluctuations in our speaking.
My assumption was immediately confirmed when Elizabeth squealed as she picked up the tiny marble. It became a blazing sphere in her hand. Abruptly dropping it, it fell to the ground and became softly opaque again.
“Did it burn you?”
A silent nod was her reply. Tears of fear slowly dropped from her cheeks onto the sand.
The marble, for that was what it appeared to be, purposefully rolled toward the indentations made by Elizabeth’s tears. It settled directly upon one spot and began radiating once again. This time iridescent colors could be seen in the small globe.
“Hello.” There was a light blue pulse. “We’re sorry we frightened you.”
Grabbing Elizabeth’s hand, we both sat firmly on the ground and waited.
Written for Monday’s Finish The Story: Requirements: Use the prompt line given and 100-150 more words to tell a story.