No one saw it coming. It was one of those freak meteors that show up in the Earth’s atmosphere too late to be monitored and that was it. Apocalypse now. Mr. Humphries was obliterated on his way to the mail box. Mrs. Rose had just put her roast on a low heat in the oven. It was most unfortunate.
(Thought I’d try my hand at a very short story. Feedback welcome. )