for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt
I spent a couple of hours this morning writing a pun-filled piece for today’s challenge. Then, I remembered a short story I wrote back in March 2017 and thought I’d give it another outing instead.
At the manor, a log fire crackled before a food-laden breakfast table. Maids fetched and carried, servants moved discreetly.
Outside, a coachman readied a gleaming carriage for his master’s trip to his factory.
His workers tugged their forelocks as he walked twixt clanking machines, a handkerchief pressed to his face.
Times were good.
At the decrepit tied cottage, a chill wind whistled through broken windows. Five scruffy urchins played on a filthy floor.
Their mother, large with child, struggled to feed them. Hopefully, her husband would earn a shilling today to buy food tomorrow.
Recently a child died and was buried in a pauper’s grave. They couldn’t pay a doctor.
Soon their eldest would be six and sweeping chimneys at the manor.
Times were hard.