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He wakes shivering, pulling at covers. Abigail – duvet thief – has bed-burritoed herself again.
The stairs shout excited greetings as he descends. The kettle gurgles. He searches for the moon hiding behind silvered clouds.
A bright something streaks through the sky and – with a thick thud heard through the double-glazing – lands in the garden.
A meteorite!
Outside, his torch sweeps the grass. There! A large crater. He reaches in and – hot! – withdraws quickly.
The odd-shaped wound tingles.
He’ll dig it up in the morning.
Back in bed, his hand throbs as the growing hole-thing approaches the house.
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