Grist to the Mill

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© Sandra Crook
“He was odd, but we’re all our own shape,” Toby sighed. “Kept this place going, mind.”
Josh stood absorbing the yesterday aspect of the old mill, the sadness in the dust, cracked beams and rodent tracks.
“What happened?”
“After his missus left, he shut himself away grinding flour for a market he didn’t have.” Toby pointed at the swollen sacks, “Full o’ weevils.”
Josh poked one that bulged unevenly; his curiosity drew a knife down it. Grain and a cold arm spilled from the slit.
“Oh, it appears his wife left without her arm.”
Toby eyed the other sacks ruefully.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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38 thoughts on “Grist to the Mill

  1. Great use of language here. The “yesterday aspect” creates a strong image and the “sadness in the dust” hints at so much more. The “swollen sacks” are a strong clue and the “wife left without her arm” made me laugh – probably inappropriately! I loved this story!

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    • Thanks Edith,for a lovely comment.I’m glad you laughed, it’s black humour but if it creates a reaction lie that it’s good.

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