Short story with a twist. Hope you like it.

Elizabeth stood in her kitchen reading a cookery book while leaning on the work surface. It was a very modern one, light and airy with plenty of room to move about. Chrome everywhere, shimmering and shining, like moonlight on a cold night. All around the kitchen were pots and jars places on shelves that were fixed on to clean white walls. She when to the hob and turned it on to full, then turned to her left and reached down into the back of the cupboard. She groaned as she heaved a heavy chrome pot to the sink. She filled the pot with water, placed it upon the stove. She then spent time ca…