The Hot Tub Meteorite

Nobody believed me.

Holly Hartley
3 min readMar 21, 2021

Sunday night. 10 pm.

I was immersed.

Soaking away the rigors of a brisk country walk in the warm womb-like waters of the hot tub. Kids in bed.

The crisp winter’s evening delivered a deep, clear black sky.

Here in the Peak District it’s a balmy two degrees at best.

As I lay in my bubbling reverie, I silently contemplated the immense inky horizon billowing endlessly above me.

Orion’s belt. The plow. An enormous milky moon silently tracking across the black sky, its movement barely noticeable to the human eye.

It didn’t take long for my mind to wander to less profound, more practical matters.

Gotta get the kid’s school uniform ordered ready for the return to school.

I need to pay the credit card bill.

Dentist. How long is it since our last visit?

I wonder when the holidaymakers will reclaim the ‘tub? (It’s not ours. It belongs to my husband’s business. We’re not that posh.)

Suddenly, from nowhere, streaking angrily across the sky like a burning fluorescent torpedo, was a freakin’ meteorite.



Holly Hartley

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