This is for the Friday Fictioneers. I ought to have a link button on here but haven’t got a clue how to get one, so I’m just linking ‘normally’.
The mill hadn’t functioned for years and had been converted, along with the little house where the miller had crammed his large family, to make a comfortable home. Only the pit wheel and shaft had been left as a feature. The result was idyllic, though Gilly sometimes found the noise of water rushing past the kitchen wall unsettling.
After they found the child’s skeleton in the millrace, rushing water became the background to the incomprehensible grinding of the pit wheel, night after night. When it was joined by the plaintive pleading of a small voice, the idyll turned to nightmare.