The Rift was a thing of wonder and horror. It glowed blood red, and a hot wind pushed back anyone who came close. Other things came through as well: Chunks of stone, torrents of water, and once, a strange object like a glassy bowl, five feet across.
The huge arm emerged so slowly from The Rift you couldn't see it moving with your eyes. But each day it pushed further into our world, accompanied by a deafening roar.
One researcher recorded the sounds and sped them up. She was first to hear the message.
"Has anyone seen my contact lens?"
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.