A work of "flash fiction":
She started spinning and couldn’t stop. Not one to question things really, she never asked why it happened or why it happened to her. She did wonder how she was going to get to work, though.
Occasionally, someone was nice to her and spent a little time with her, but they all got a bit seasick watching her spin, so it never lasted very long.
Spinning, spinning, spinning.
A few weeks after her 75th birthday, she died in her sleep of a massive heart attack. When they found her, she was lying in her bed, still spinning, but, oddly enough, she was spinning as if she were a Frisbee rather than a top. “I never knew she could do that,” said her son.
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