Week 22 - Entry #8

A Problem-Sized Meteorite

“It’s not what it looks like.”
I said agitatedly, as I slipped my hand into the bunch of papers piled on the desk, trying to retrieve the one I’d dropped. “Then explain this to me” Jonathan responded, as he looked out at the brand-new golf field, greener than ever. It was meant to be part of the club, but instead had a massive hole in it. A giant rock nested comfortably in it, 2 feet deep. It looked as if the mud had sucked in the meteorite, like it was vacuum formed. The scientist could see it from here, and although he tried to prevent it, the world didn’t seem to believe his truths. “How do you think the press is going to respond to this?”
 “I tried my best. It was supposed to work.” I held up a crumpled piece of paper, ink drooling all over it, with mathematic symbols and equations clustered everywhere.
“You think I want to see that now?” His response rang loudly in my ears, an echo faintly haunting me. There weren’t any people, at least. The club had been closed for a while now, and if it weren’t for this incident, there wouldn’t be anything exciting to talk about. But I couldn’t redeem myself. The end of the club for one second; the end of my job the other.

​© Jessica Ann George