THE CALL
I’m sitting here, watching water splash from paddle to paddle on the old wheel. Granddad built this mill 100 years ago. With its massive grindstones, he and Gramma ground almost every kind of grain a man could grow.
“Ain’t nothin’ more satisfyin’ than seein’ that grain turn into flour to feed the families in these hills,” Granddad said – almost every day.
When Uncle Henry inherited it, he swore he’d keep it going as long as he lived.
We buried him this afternoon, and the old grindstones came to a halt.
They’ve earned their rest. But their silence beckons me inside ….
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This week’s Velvet Verbosity challenge is to write a 100-word story based on the word “Mill.” Visit the site to meet the creator and host of the challenge and learn the rules.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
At least another generations worth of working. 😉
Thanks for this, Gerry. It lets me know that the point came through clearly. I wasn’t completely sure that it would.
Sure does.. 😉
Oh how touching, I have a lump in my throat.
I couldn’t believe it brought tears to my own eyes when I was writing it.
Beautiful!
Thank you.
Absolutely stunning Sandra. 😀
Thank you for those kind words, Sonel.
Oh that is gorgeous, with a lovely sense of connection with past, with family and with hopes for the future.