
The past occupies my present. I make tea, bake biscuits, cut the grass. The change is too vast to comprehend.
I take the garbage out, go to the shops, do the laundry. The machine runs out of control and the engineers panic. Old gods shake their shaggy heads and snuffle in the underbrush.
When it’s all over, when today has become yesterday: maybe, then, we’ll be able to tell what it meant.
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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
At least the last year as inspired an upsurge in home baking. We’ll never be short of a good cake or bread in the future. It will be a long time before the dust has settled on the ramifications of it all.
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I didn’t necessarily have the pandemic in mind in writing this, though I’m sure our current situation, at least in part, prompted it
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Oh I do like this, Neil.
‘Old gods … snuffle in the underbrush.’
Excellent
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Thanks so much, CE
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What a fascinating, surreal world system you’ve conjured up here. Terrifying machines and engineers and old gods. Very evocative, especially for such a small space.
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There is nothing as surreal as in the inside of a character’s head. Thanks so much
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‘Tis true. Only once today becomes yesterday can we see it clearly..
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Thanks, Dale
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A very thoughtful stroy, well done, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Mason
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You’re welcome, Neil.
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Hindsight’s always 20/20 they say.
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Best way to make plans is retrospectively. Just list everything you succeeded in doing in the past 12 months
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Archeologists a millennium from now will find mounds of fossilized cookies and hypothesize…
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Now, there may be a story in that
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You write it, I’ll read it.
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There’s a comfort in the familiar, and in old habits, even when the world is falling apart. I liked this sense of that.
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Thanks so much
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Tomorrow’s another day, a new page in the journal of life.
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And tomorrow we might read today’s page
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Those old gods snuffling in the underbrush caught my attention! I couldn’t decide if this was a recently widowed man, a retired man, a man out of work due to Covid? In any case, he’s learning to live a different sort of life, for sure. One he may never really understand.
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Or maybe a woman?
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What a fabulous, puzzled piece, Neil. You made me feel great compassion for this person.
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Thank you so much
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Sounds like my day, dishes, laundry, garbage, dog doodies… There’s always room for tea in there. Maybe one day, it’ll all make sense.
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Perhaps the secret is the dogs
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Yesterday all my troubles seem so far away….
Loved this story, very well done.
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Thanks so much
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Sounds like ground hog day. Ye to the old gods!
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Seen in granular detail, every day is pretty much Groundhog Day.
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One day clever people will write the pattern that became a crisis so that other people can understand it. Meanwhile, I’m happy to bake biscuits. I loved the snuffling gods – I have an idea they’re little mammals and will be here long after humans have progressed themselves to death.
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A reading of history helps
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Very clever Neil. Had to read it twice before the light came on! Excellent.
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Thanks so much, Derek. I’m sorry you had to read it twice. I wasn’t intending to be obscure
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Sometimes life does feel a bit like that.
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Humans don’t cope well with change
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Personally, I think we’ve done very well, considering!
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We can’t tell yet
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I like the contrast between the opening — the mundane, the routine, the “grounding” in normal and then a morphing into some surreal movie/dream where shaggy old gods shake heads while the engineers totally freak out. Reminded me of Fritz Lang’s incredible 1927 Metropolis.
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Thanks so much, Lorraine
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When one’s life changes, one needs to change his life. I enjoyed this.
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Thanks so much, Susan
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Very profound and a fitting story for our times. Unwanted change is everywhere and things don’t get better. Those old gods needn’t hide, the new ones are even worse.
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Thanks so much
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Change is difficult especially when we are unsure what the change is all for. Interesting story, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Brenda
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A fine summary of today’s life.
What irks me, learning there are risk assessment departments in Gov who study these events and have failed to prepare or else never understood the danger.
This is not a new event, even in our lifetime, I remember SARs 2003 and the scare that rippled around for a while.
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I didn’t particularly have covid in mind for this story. It’s more about how we (including governments) respond to change
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I must be brainwashed…
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what a melancholy read… too close to some realities, I’m sure. Great write!
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Thanks so much
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Well done. Such a thoughtful look at the world today.
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Thanks so much
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Not 100% sure what this means but the prose flows like a river and is an absolute delight to read, lovely stuff.
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I liked the river analogy. Thanks
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credit where credit is due, when words flow like this is a joy to read, to accomplish this is a real talent. Read Paul Auster, for me, he does this over and over.
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Really enjoyed this. The day to day mixed with something so hard to comprehend that the mind literally won’t let you. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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Any story that includes: “Old gods shake their shaggy heads and snuffle in the underbrush” is a winner in my opinion. I have to presume that the machine out of control is much bigger than all of us, as many things are. And too we will only understand the consequences when the dust has settled. Thought-provoking as always.
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Thanks so much, Sascha.
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