Daily Prompt: Grain
They weighed no more than a grain yet tripled them in size, their angled crystalline surface was cool and rough to the touch. And when you picked one up it would glow in the warmth of your hand, sending sensations through your fingertips, up your arm, and into your diaphragm. The longer you held it the stronger its iridescence and allure until you could not bear to look away. And in its cuts and reflection a distorted image, bits and pieces of the future or perhaps a bygone day. The harder you focus the deeper you are pulled; deeper, still deeper until you are one of them. Deeper, still deeper, until you too would glow that infectious iridescence like those hybrids’ eyes.