From James McEwan. Enjoy!
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Mary finished cleaning the kitchen sink and she gazed out of the window at the dull dark clouds. Rain was on the way and everything seemed miserable as if her whole world had a screw loose, and she wasn’t sure how to fix it.
The fridge motor switched on and interrupted her day dreaming, its humming sound took on a rhythmic beat of da daa . . . dum dum and she imagined herself in a Viennese Waltz cavorting with a tall Austrian Hussar and so she twirled and turned across the floor.
The hoover in the corner perked up. ‘May I have the pleasure?’ said Mr Dyson.
‘Delighted,’ said Mary and curtsied. She took the hoover by the handle, and they swept around the kitchen dancing to the music.
The sound of the fridge rumbled on as rain washed against the windows sounding like…
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