An excerpt from the book 'The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry'.
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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The unlikely pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce. The letter that would change everything arrived on a Tuesday. It was an ordinary morning in mid April that smelt of clean washing and grass cuttings. Harold Fry sat at the breakfast table, freshly shaven in a clean shirt and tie with a slice of toast that he wasn't eating. He gazed beyond the kitchen window at the clipped lawn which was spiked in the middle by Maureen's telescopic washing line and trapped on all three sides by the neighbour's closed board fencing. Harold called Maureen from above the vacuum cleaner post. He thought he might like to go out, but the only thing to do was mow the lawn and he'd done that yesterday. The vacuum tumbled into silence and his wife appeared looking cross with a letter. She sat opposite Harold Maureen was a slight woman with a cap of silver hair and a brisk walk. When they first met, nothing had pleased him more than to make her laugh to watch her neat frame collapse into unruly happiness. It's for you. She said he didn't know what she meant until she slid an envelope across the table and it stopped just short of Harold's elbow. They both looked at the letter as if they'd never seen one before.