Thief of Time - Portable

Lu-Tze was not in the street. But there was something new, hovering in the air just a few inches above the ground right where the old man had been. It had not been there before.

Someone with their own portable time had been here, and dropped this and moved on before it reached the ground.

It was a small glass jar, coloured blue by temporal effects. Now, how much energy could it have?

Lobsang cupped his hand and gingerly brought it underneath and up, and there was a tingle and a sudden feeling of weight as the spinners field claimed it.

Now its true colours came back. The jar was a milky pink or, rather, clear glass that looked pink because of the contents. The paper lid was covered with badly printed pictures of unbelievably flawless strawberries, surrounding some ornate lettering which read: Ronald Soak, Hygienic Dairyman. STRAWBERRY YOGHURT 'Fresh As The Morning Dew’

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The Thief of Time - p239