I tottered along the dark, cold corridor avoiding that cracked spot under my feet, in order to not disturb the household.
As I got closer to the uproar, my heart beat quickened. When I reached the last step of the staircase and before my hand touched the handle of the kitchen door... the noise stopped. At that moment I simultaneously remembered that I left the washing machine on!
There it was staring at me with its mouth full of white trainers. Wash cycle complete!
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ReplyDeleteThe image of the washing machine having its mouth stuffed full was an effective one.
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Could you have asked a question at some point in the text?
Who or what was making that terrible groaning noise?
Would the children wake up?