Friday Fictioneers – Engines under the floor

~ Neil MacDonald
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

There are engines under the floor. They thrum in constant labour, heating my house, cooling it, transporting us remorselessly into tomorrow. The floorboards vibrate with a subtlety I’ve stopped noticing.

Below the machines, I saw once, terrifying earth, as if we were just a thin cultivated film on the crust of the planet.

But below the soil, great furnaces burn, stirring molten rock into magnetic force. Beneath the machines are older engines. All the way down.

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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

38 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Engines under the floor”

  4. Reminds me of something my four-year-old granddaughter said to me yesterday while we were driving. She asked if there was lava under the street. I tried to convince her that it was more like sewage and water pipes and electrical conduits, but she was convinced it was lava.

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