Collaborate... yeah!

what would three people do when the first dust they had ever seen fell?

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The first sliver of sun was just showing over the edge of the forest near Evrey's house as she stepped off the front porch, gazing eastward toward the gloom beneath the coming brilliance.


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It was her favorite time to be alone, to savor the crispness of the air and maybe compose a poem in her head.


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After sipping the last splash of coffee left in her favorite mug, she lovingly set the mug down next to a little flowerpot on the railing of the porch.


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The only cloud in the eastern sky was small.  Its shape made her think about the scrambled eggs she was going to cook once she finished her poem.


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A tickle of sensation on the back of her hand caught her attention, and she looked down, wondering what had caused the feeling.


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The hair on the back of her left hand was standing up, and had a fine coating of gray specks stuck to many of the follicles.  The longer she stared at them, the more uneasy she felt.  What was this?


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Jyrelin reached for her umbrella as she entered the front hallway, squinting as she felt the wall where it usually hung. Sighing, she decided to look for it another day. She opened the front door and stepped outside, not yet fully awake. Her first two footsteps made a crunching sound that caused her to look down, the closing of the door forgotten.


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Hanji, gun hand following his roving gaze, eased the half-open door gently shut behind him, listening intently for any noise.  His personal android had gone missing last night, an unheard of occurrence in a town like Thornbird. Was the disappearance of the hyper-aware entity connected somehow to the countless gray specks that were drifting out of the sky?  Hmm, he thought.  Just fifteen minutes ago, a passing stranger had called the specks 'dust', a word Hanji, had never heard before... 

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