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PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

The Miller

I hate that skeletons are always grinning: like they are glad it’s all over and find it funny that the rest of us have to keep going. Some joke.

This one was different. It had taken the whole morning to gain access to the mill. When I finally breached the barricade I found the miller inside guarding a stash of provisions, including whiskey. His grin was infectious. I laughed for the first time in weeks.

I wanted to do something special to honour him. Feeding his bones to the millstone, I let his dust cover the place he once loved.