Friday Fictioneers – Looming Fate.

PHOTO PROMPT© Sandra Crook

Elsie stood in line with the other new girls starting at the Cotton mill.

A Matron glared at them all through her pince-nez that sat precariously on her long sharp nose.

“This is our latest technological wonder, our electric loom. It will be your job, young ladies, to keep this running smoothly. To this task, you will dedicate all your time and efforts.”

One girl put up her hand and asked: “Is it safe?”

The Matron gave her a look of scorn and walked off.

Elsie wondered how many fingers they would dedicate to this monster.

[100 words]


This story was written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-fields

29 March 2019


I have also included the following Word Prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Scorn