
Effie, crawling beneath the gnashing machine, tried to remember soft rain pattering on their turf roof. But the great shaft frames of the weaving hall had a different song: implacable, voracious. The noise and the odour of oil and cotton dust choked Effie. A frame scythed just above her squirming back, rattling the heddles. The sharp shuttle flashed athwart.
“Mama,” she called through the clatter. “I have it.”
She lifted the trapped bale.
In the din, nobody heard the scream as the shaft took her hand clean off.
“How will we survive,” she thought, “without my daily tuppence?”
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Well that was sad!
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Sorry
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Hey I have my share of unhappy endings. Good job!
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Thanks, Tessa
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Scary!
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It must have been
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A harsh and dangerous life. Considered child abuse now-days. Poor kid…
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This, of course, is set in Victorian times. But there are parts of the world where this still happens
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Really said. Pointless to judge when people need to eat and survive.
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A snap shot of times past when children worked in the Mills. New Lanark was where Robert Owen formed his utopian socialism, and children received compulsory education. Classes started after a twelve hour shift in the mills, and as your story shows many did get their fingers or hands trapped and injured. DEath by the age of twelve was not uncommon.
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I visited New Lanark a couple of years ago. Still a scary place
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Dangerous places, even when operating ‘safely’. And the noise… you captured that.
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Thanks so much, Sandra
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You can mock Health and Safety rules all you want, but there’s no doubt they have improved standards in some parts of the world over the years!
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Not to mention chlld labour laws and trade union rights
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Dear Neil,
Even more horrifying than the loss of a child’s hand is the attitude of the mother seeing her as a meal ticket. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. I actually meant the thought to be read as the girl’s.
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Ouch.
Swift and brutal.
Point well made, Neil.
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Thanks so much
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Gruesome industrial accident, but at least there wasn’t a fire!
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Ned Ludd will come in the next episode
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As if the incident wasn’t brutal enough, you give us the girl’s first thought as ‘How will we manage without my tuppence?’ That really hammers home your point. BTW I love all the technical and sensory detail you give us in the story.
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Thanks so much, Penny
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A sorry tale from the past that could well take place today I fear.
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And does
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A horror story in a period of time that took not only hands, but lives of little children. Beautifully written.
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Thanks so much, Linda
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Yikes! I was not expecting that..
Sad and chilling, makes me appreciate my office job.
-Rachel
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Luckily, we’re civilised now. It’s only legal for adults to be injured these days
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Poor girl. But you touched on the reality of many during those times. Life was harsh and brutal.
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And it still is for millions of children
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You’re right, Neil. Sadly, child labor still exists.
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Unfortunately things like this still happen in some parts of the world
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much of the cheap clothing sold in the west is made with child labour
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Tragic tale told well. We just passed the anniversary of the Triangle Shirt Waist factory.
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Thanks, Stu
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Nice story, Neil. The good thing about knowing history about these sorts of conditions is knowing how much we’ve progressed. You would think that having mangled body parts mixed up with their textiles would have made them put guards over the machines, but I guess I’d never make a good Dickensian tycoon.
-David
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Thanks, David. I’m not sure we’ve progressed, but our barbarity is different
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True enough, unfortunately.
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Wonderfully described and a sad lot for still too many children. For her to have her first thought of no longer being able to help provide is doubly heartbreaking.
So well done, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Dale
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sad story. it was all the more tragic since it happened back in the day when there was no disability insurance to depend on in the event of an accident like this.
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Thanks for reading
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The early industry was a terrible place… there is something of your writing that reminds me of Germinal
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Thanks, Bjorn
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This is what I call quality writing. My heart aches for the waif.
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Thank you so much
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You are welcome.
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Well done Neil.
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Thanks so much, Jo
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She’ll be lucky to survive, either from blood loss or from starvation for lack of work. It’s a good thing we eventually made that kind of employment illegal.
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Thanks, Alice. Child mortality among working class families then was close to 50%
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Not a lot of health and safety regulation in tham thar days. Nice one!
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Thanks. The only regulation was don’t interupt production
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One must not be distracted when operating heavy machine. Too bad her hand is gone.
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I guess the tragedy didn’t work for you
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Tragedy was nicely done.
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Thank you
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Felt I was in the weaving shed- powerfully told Neil. You bring to life the inhuman conditions that people worked in and the strong sense that individuals were disposable in the face of profit. Effie’s hand cut clean off made me shudder. Good writing.
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Thanks so much. I wish I’d thought to use the word “shed”
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Absolutely brilliant. The sounds and the imagery it evoked. And then the tragic story within.
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Thanks so much.
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I have a feeling this is not just a story that took place in the past. There are plenty of people who still exist under this set of circumstance. very well told, Neil.
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Thanks so much, and you’re right. Millions of children still work in such conditions
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Oh no! Machines were so dangerous back then. Well told and a bit horrific too.
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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Creepy. Nice job.
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Thanks, Shirley
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Abhorrent and yet full of pathos. This scene seems so foreign, as in strange, to us Westerners, almost as foreign as the words used to describe the ruthless machinery. Can’t wait for the Luddite episode. Interesting, the comments that socialism was born out of such misery, and that children went to school after a 12 hour day at the mill!
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By the standards of the day, Robert Owen’s mill was an enlightened place
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Horrifying reminder of our not too distant past.
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Thanks for reading, Dawn
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Good story, Neil. This is why we have all of the safety regulations that bother so many people so often…
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Thanks, Sascha, Yes, and workers’ rights were hard won
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Ah, upsetting. The days of child labor – I’m assuming she was a child – are not behind for everyone.
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Yes, she was a child. And no, you’re right.
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Haha, I went for losing fingers, you went for the whole head. Macabre but accurately highlighting the dangers of Mill work before any health and safety. 🙂
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I’m prone to the whole hog
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In for a penny in for a pound I suppose. 🙂
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Scary… And sad 😦
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Thanks, Bernadette
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Those were harsh days. Still are in part of the world. Nicely illustrated.
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Thanks, Patrick
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Brutal, true, and excellent writing. Parts of the world achieved much in the meantime. But what do we do instead of helping the rest getting where we are? We (certain people) whine for the olden days and give up our freedoms and achievements.
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And put up walls
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What a horrible place to be! I have no words.
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I’m not sure if that was appreciation
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I was indeed expressing appreciation. You brought this story to life with the detailed descriptions.
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Thanks for the clarification, Magarisa
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I just loved the contrast you built between the cottage workplace and the mill. Wonderful. What a terrible life for those who had to work there, adults and children. A really powerful story.
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Thanks so much, Margaret
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Unimaginable, how society thought using people – and young children – as part of the industrial machine was acceptable. Chilling details and clearly imagined, Neil
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Thanks so much, Lynn
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My pleasure
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