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Cogs of change (Friday Fictioneers)

January 5, 2017


The cogs were huge! It was hard to believe such power was needed for such a little movement. Grinding concrete rattled the window frames, the glass long gone. All to raise a door. A little flap in the river that when opened, allowed a liquid torrent to flood through.

When the water flowed, everything changed. Light shifted, twinkling off the surface like fairy lights. Stagnant rotting scents washed away replaced with fresh smelling, just rained air.

To me, the cogs were death. My father once worked the mill. Before the accident. He loved it. I wished to love it too.


This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt

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Word count: 100



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  1. Beautifully mournful as the still dark waters

  2. The contrast is nicely depicted.

  3. Dear Laurie,

    I can only imagine what the accident was. Wonderful descriptions and sad tone. Nicely done.



  4. Lots of nice description. Very enjoyable read. 🙂

  5. Great ending paragraph adding context to the story. A difficult legacy to be left with. Nice one.

  6. Ah yes, the accident. Nice, Laurie.

  7. I got a catch in my throat when I got to the last paragraph. Beautifully done.

  8. Being miller was a dangerous work… and it must be hard to carry on… but many times you have no choice.

  9. Dale permalink

    Hard to love something that took away a part of you… well done, Laurie

  10. Such a beautiful and sad story. Captures the sometimes scary magic of childhood and growing up to deal with the past perfectly. Well written.

  11. I feel for your main character.
    It’s sad when a memory taints something beautiful.

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