The Time Tornado
At six forty-five one summer morning, a red London bus was crossing Waterloo Bridge.
A group of school children, sitting at the back, were copying each other's homework and fighting, when one of them looked out of the window, across the river to Cleopatra's Needle, and saw something very strange.
The boy elbowed his friend. The dark finger of ancient Egypt was pointing towards the sky as it always did, but today the tip of the obelisk was glowing bright red, as it had when it was new and painted and glorious, four thousand years ago, in the Temple of the Sun.
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