Tentatively Titled Meteorites
an excerpt

The landscape was barren littered only with red and orange sand, not a plant in sight. The sun, once high in the sky was drooping down past the distant mountains, the sky shifting from blue to red to a dark purple. On the ground a body lay, under the still oppressive heat, unmoving. In another time and place a vulture would have circled overhead, but this is not Earth and all memory of vultures were long since lost and forgotten. The clear sunset colored sky was suddenly marred by a streak of yellow and white. A meteorite, the pebble sized shell of its former glory, crashed down to the planet, landing with a loud boom and flash not far from the body.
“Ivan! What are you doing still outside; you know the rock storm is going to start. Get back inside now before you get yourself killed!” The body pulled itself up, and sauntered to the hatch the lady was standing just outside of, her hand gripping the door like a precious lifeline. “Hurry up boy and stop being dramatic. I know you have the energy to pick up your feet and run.” With that the lady turned around and made her way down into the hatch in the middle of nowhere. The boy started running over, his apathetic mood from before now one of pure glee. “You know I always like to watch the first rock fall. They say it is good luck.”
“I know you do, but it frightens the Willys out of me every time I see those rocks come crashing down. One of these years you won’t be so lucky and one will come crashing down on you,” the lady said, ruffling Ivan’s hair as he walked past her.
“You say that every year mom,” he replied with a twinkle in his voice.
“And one of these years those rocks out there will prove me to be right,” her voice beginning to lose its exasperated tone from before. Outside the hatch another loud boom and flash of light shook the sky.
“Here Mom, I will help you close up,” offered Ivan as he reached up to close the hatch, blanketing the room and its stairway down in darkness.