“Don’t touch it! It might be radioactive or something!” Mark said, causing Jack to pull back his outstretched hand. The stone was glowing brighter by the second, turning the whole room a creepy blood-red colour. It was the middle of the night, and both boys had been woken up by the strange light that now filled their bedroom. They stared at each other in confusion. Mark had taken the stone out of his pocket as he got changed for bed earlier that evening and placed it on his bedside table, intending to study it for clues in the morning. At that point, the mysterious object had been a beautiful, but not magical, dark red, slightly translucent when held up to the light.
“Why is it glowing?” Jack wondered aloud.
“How would I know? Oh, hang on while I consult my Ladybird book of weird rocks and their properties…” Mark answered sardonically. He was always particularly grumpy when he had just woken up.
“Do you think we should go and get Mum?”
“NO! She’ll be mad that we lied about taking it, and anyway, it’s not like she’d have a clue either.” Mark was adament. “It doesn’t seem to be dangerous though, does it? It’s just like some kind of magical nightlight.”
Jack’s forehead wrinkled. He was thinking hard. “Maybe it’s a signal of some kind?”
“For what? An alien invasion? We come in peace…” Mark said, doing his best alien-voice impression.
All of a sudden, the stone started to emit a low humming noise, and the light changed from a steady glow to a flashing pulse: on – off – on – off.
“I don’t like this.” Jack said, “I dont like this one bit.”
PS this is a continuation of “Word of the day: Ricochet” which can be found here: https://pencilandpaperstories.wordpress.com/2018/10/14/word-of-the-day-ricochet/