Winnie watched the grey liquid ferociously boiling. Bright yellow flames licked the side of the cauldron, as if trying to reach over the sides and taste what was lurking inside. Occasionally, some of the liquid managed to escape over the side and instantly hiss into steam.
An arm appeared above the surface of the water.
A wooden handle bobbed around the perimeter of the pot, carried along by the contents and the bubbling water.
A leg appeared. Then another.
Winnie sighed, and pushed them back under.
She missed using her washing machine immensely. Power must be restored soon, she hoped.
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