The Lemonade Renegade

There's a balanced banana on top of the microwave.

Not inside it.

Edward Vinegar.....Check. Carl McCombland.... Check.

The slinky clock above the fridge reads 10:48pm. It's getting on.There's a long trip to Stoke-Newington in store tomorrow, so now's the time to make some hot Chocolate and slink off to the bedded pads.

11:36pm - The book entitled "The Lemonade Renegade" sits on the bedside table.

Laying. Awake. Is that a crack in the ceiling? A fine slither of light manages to poke it's way through. It travels across the rooms outline - up into the corners and along the skirting board. Up along the window sill and around the door frame. The light is now piercing.

Hello?

The light is now piercingly white  and it's coupled by the faint sound of "Don't go breaking my heart" by Elton John.

Simultaneously the seam of the cracks completely shatter to reveal the light behind it, as well as an outline of....is that....nah....is that what I think it is.....?

A Man with white vans for hands!!