CATASTROPHE

The earthquake registered a 6.1 on their scale.

“FATHER?”

The sun erupted a large solar flare into it’s system.

“YES, MY DAUGHTER. WHAT IS IT?”

Another powerful quake rumbled, longer this time.

“I AM STARTING TO FEEL ILL. PERHAPS I’VE CONTRACTED SOME DISEASE.”

Yet another solar flare erupted from the sun.

“LET ME SEE IF I CAN FIND THE PROBLEM, MY DAUGHTER,” said the Sun, flaring brightly when the earthquake had subsided.
After a week, the solar flare had died down and things were returning to normal again for a while.
After a year, another solar flare erupted from the Sun.

“DAUGHTER, I HAVE EXAMINED YOU AND I THINK I’VE FOUND THE PROBLEM,” the Sun flared.

Another long earthquake rumbled on the Earth.

“WHAT IS THE PROBLEM, FATHER? HAVE I GOTTEN A DISEASE?”

Still another solar erupted from the Sun.

“I’M AFRAID SO, MY DAUGHTER. YOU MUST HAVE PICKED UP A BUG FROM THAT VISITOR YOU HAD,” said the Sun about the recent visit of a large comet. His daughter, the Earth, had passed through the tail of the large comet and he had been concerned, but said nothing.

Another huge earthquake happened on the Earth.

“FATHER, WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOW?”, rumbled the Earth.

The Sun erupted, once again, with another brilliant solar flare.

“DO NOT WORRY, MY DAUGHTER,” said the Sun. “I WILL TAKE CARE OF THE PROBLEM. GO BACK TO SLEEP, MY CHILD.”

Another very powerful earthquake happened when she smiled and said, “THANK YOU, FATHER.” Then she slept.

Meanwhile, the people who lived on the Earth wondered what was going on in their Solar System. They didn’t realize that they were the disease that was affecting the planet.
A week had passed when a gigantic magnetic storm erupted from the Sun and annihilated almost all life on the Earth. But there were a few who survived two million years ago. But now, the Earth was building up an immunity and was no longer affected by the disease of life. Life went on.

CATASTROPHE

Jim Hall

Fayetteville, United States

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Sometimes I wonder if we take our size for granted. We ignore smaller forms of life because we think they are insignificant. Perhaps we should open our minds to the possibility that we’re not the only intelligent ones. Size matters after all, huh?

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