My wife and I looked
at each other as the rumbling got louder. We both recognised it
instantly, though we hadn't heard it for years.
“How the blazes...”
I began, starting to rise from my chair.
“You know what that
sound is?” Oak asked.
“Oh yes,” I
replied, “I bloody well know what that sounds like. That's the
noise our old chest freezer used to make, the one we had when we
first moved here. It was on its last legs even then. What I want to
know is how it's making a sound at all.”
“And why is that?”
“Bloody thing hasn't
worked for years. It's not even plugged in any more, we use it for
storage these days.”
