The house shook. A picture fell off a shelf, and its glass front smashed as it hit the floor. There was a very loud crash from outside the house. Sally Fontain went to the window and opened the curtain. She looked out into the dark.
`I can’t see anything,’ she said.
`Noises like that remind me of the war,’ said Graham, to whom she was engaged. `Do you think somebody is starting a new one?’
As he was speaking, the door of the room opened and Sally’s father put his head in.
`Did you hear that?’ he asked. `I think it was a small meteor. I saw a faint flash in the field beyond the garden. Let’s go and find it.’
They put on their coats, got their torches, and went out into the dark. The object had hit the ground in the middle…
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