Today's OneWord: Orb

Their hands all shriveled up like weeds in summer once they touched the orb. The glowing bauble sucked away their youth like slurping down a soup - and a cold soup at that. As what remained of their bodies dropped to the ground like dried up husks, the orb remained suspended in the air, and somewhere, we could hear laughter. Laughter that was effervescent, like sparkling water. It rippled across the sphere's shiny, glassy face.