I really hope I'm not too late! Here's mine:

The people of Ginger were gathered in the town square when the ladder first fell from the sky. It was a Wednesday afternoon and one of the two days during the week that those from the three nearest counties gathered in Ginger for their shopping. Makeshift stalls lined the little cobblestone square and shoppers with heavy bags over their shoulders examined their wares. Gathered at the fountain in the middle of the square was a four-piece band, a trumpet player, clarinet fingerer, drummer, and cellist.

The trumpet player waved his hands in the air and the band started into a new song; he kept an eye on the crowd as he belted out the beginnings of a tune, eager to see which of them would be the first to acknowledge their existence.

No one did.

Excited homemakers weaved in and out of the crowd, stopping when they spotted a friend to chat for a few minutes or at a stall to examine delicate trinkets. Their husbands stood near a low brick building with its doors thrown open in welcome. Thick plumes of smoke drifted out of the building, O’Flaherty’s Bar & Grill, and filled the square with the delicious scents of cooking meat. And, last but not least, the children drifted from stall to stall with half-lidded eyes and stomachs full to bursting with stolen sweets.

It was amidst all of this that the ladder fell.

Toby the trumpet player was the first one to see it. His cheeks red and full of air, he let out a long high note, his eyes in the sky as the rope ladder uncoiled itself all the way down to a nearby fruit stand. The music came to a halt and the people nearest the stand stood back giving the ladder a wide berth.

“What on God’s green earth…?” A woman with streaks of gray in her hair hugged a watermelon close to her body and peered up at the sky.