This is just a silly moan about the washing machine.Thoroughly enjoyed writing it, though!
The Washing Machine:
The machine glares at me with its single eye or -rather - I should say, the socket where any wholesome creature would have an eye. No, the machine stares at me with its empty cavity like a vulture eying (no pun intended) its prey. The small screen in the upper right hand corner is lit up with a single word. The letters are built out of a series of lines, like matchsticks laid out on a table. With all the advances in technology, you'd have thought scientists would have mastered the curves in letters. But no, the word 'End' flashes at me with all the spikiness of a particularly displeased shitzu. 'End'...'End'...'End'. An apocalyptic warning from a kitchen appliance. 'End'...'End'...'End'.
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