Dust in the air….

Claire Fuller

Claire Fuller

Sounds of the machines can still be heard if you listen closely in the silence of the tomb-like workshop. Not far in the past, a bustling area used to cut wood for a local lumber yard. Men counting inches and measuring pine, oak and maple to be used in construction of houses and local projects. Then came that day; a worker went outside for a smoke, only to return and find the entire shop abandoned. Everyone was gone and the machines were quiet. They had simply vanished and no one ever saw them again. Dust was in the air…….

My entry this week for Friday Fictioners with our wonderful host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I love this challenge because it stimulates me to write something from someone else’s prompt. If you are so inclined to check it out yourself. Follow the link below! Have an awesome day my peeps! 🙂

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