Capítulo 9: Shocked
I turn the wrench clockwise and sigh, I hate my job, just everything about it. I look up at the blinky orange light. So tightening that didn't help. I look down at the cables and wires. This is ridiculous.
Why can't other people fix their own boilers? I look around the compact cupboard and notice one of the switches is flicked off. I shuffle my feet kicking over wellies and propped up umbrellas.
"You all right love?" a voice calls out.
"Yes, Mrs Greendale, I'm fine." my eyes flicker up to the orange light, still flashing. I turn towards the switch and gently flick it up. Just as I do so a rush of coldness goes through me fixing me to the spot. The coldness climbs from my fingers towards my head.
It's so cold yet it burns so much.
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WitchHazel_707
WitchHazel_707 Hey there! I was thinking about making another story (perhaps about a romance one??) and was wondering if that would be something of interest to you all? (You can tell me what you want to read and perhaps I can spin it into a story!) Also, I'm really struggling to find more puns about ways to die :(, you may see me stretching things a bit, so this novel may come to quite an abrupt end pretty soon, sorry!
Elly xx
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