TROUBLE AT T’MILL
When the
mill-race dried up and the wheel stopped turning, the mill-stones couldn’t
grind flour and the entire village went hungry.
“That’ll
be His Lordship’s bloody lake,” said Chalky Miller, “I knew that dam would be a
disaster.”
A week
later the flow still hadn’t been restored, so Chalky and some villagers
dynamited the dam. What they
hadn’t accounted for was the weight of a million gallons of water. The flash flood
spun the wheel so fast that sparks flew from the mill-stones, the flour dust
ignited, and the mill burned.
The
villagers stood by helpless, hungrily breathing in the scent of baking bread.
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A bit of light-hearted story-telling this week as an antidote to last week!
Thanks are due to https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to Piya Singh for the photo prompt. Do follow the link from Rochelle's blog to read how other writers interpret the photograph.
