Week 2 of the LetterMo Monthly Prompt
My Dearest Friend,
I’m so sorry to have to tell you this, but it’s better you hear it from me. The family home is gone. The night the stars fell out of the sky claimed many good souls, your folks included.
No one knows yet quite what happened. Lots of government types that tell you nothing. What I saw were lights. Scores of lights that got bigger and bigger, until even the dumb knew something was up.
They hit the ground like bombs, if bombs only wrecked the area it touched and left shiny dust behind. A bright blue one hit your Ma’s house. There were no survivors honey. There’s nothing here now but dust that glows so bright, you can’t sleep morning or night. I know they plan to tell you this directly, but I wanted you to hear it from someone who cares, someone who knew them. I miss you honey. You keep on with your studies and I will come see you once they open the containment field.
Love you my girl,
Auntie Dres
Notes: Sometimes I really like where the story goes when I don’t have a specific goal for the plot. I’m looking forward to writing something with the plot point of glowing stardust. And does the containment field signal it as a sci-fi story or an urban response to a magical situation?
C.M. Wellsmore 
I recon the containment field sounds most like a urban response to a magical situation.
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