THE OLD FLOUR MILL

 

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Here we are for another week. Today we’re touring the inside of an old flour mill. Our hostess for this weekly gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words, not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Shaktiki Sharma. Thanks, Shaktiki.

To read the other stories by the group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/09/14/16-september-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE OLD FLOUR MILL by P.S. Joshi

Mrs. Forest and a couple parents Β watched as the second-grade class climbed off the school bus.

They were going to see the local Historic Society’s Stop No. 12 on the Biggerstown Historic Β Tour. It was the old flour mill on Higby Road.

Until it was included on the tour, it had been the home of elderly Mr. Henderson. His grandfather had operated that mill for years until he retired when the Pickwick IGA opened selling bagged flour. The farmers now sold their grain to a huge company with headquarters in Chicago. Mr. Henderson also lived there with his son.

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48 thoughts on “THE OLD FLOUR MILL

  1. A very true story about changing times, sometimes for the better, sometimes precious knowledge and skills are lost. We need to find a way to enjoy the new and not forget what was good with the old ways. I like how you set the scene, draws me right in.

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  2. An interesting story about changing times, and not always for the better. But I’m confused about the nonchalant reference to the son. Are you saying that caught in the middle of the change in culture and technology he had no way to make a living and therefor simply lived with his father? Very well-written but I’m confused about that point.

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    • Thanks, Perry. Elderly Mr. Henderson moved in with his son who lived and worked in Chicago, the same city where the huge company the farmers sold their grain to was located. Sorry if that was confusing. Elderly Mr. Henderson and his father had worked at different jobs which I didn’t mention. They just continued to live in the old mill house until it was sold to the city. I’m happy you liked the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Sandra. I guess we’ve all seen it happen. One of the weirdest developments was the town of Salem, MA in the U.S. where they advertised it as the town where all those witches were put to death. There are signs with cartoon witches on them all over town. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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