Friday Fictioneers – Forgotten Things

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In the tiny, dusty room, there lay two round stones. They’d been there as long as she could remember: too heavy to move. She didn’t know what they were and she’d never really had time to ask. She was too busy: roaming, begging, hiding, stealing.

She’d found the room abandoned, the perfect place to hide from the patrols and the cold. Everything she owned – picked from gutters and bins – was packed into a window. At night she lit a fire and let firelight dance over her face.

The grindstones watched, memories of a world gone by, their purpose long forgotten.


Word Count: 100

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Shaktiki Sharma for providing the prompt photo!

 

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