Gears

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. I hope you enjoy this week’s contribution.

I snapped my watch closed, slipping it into my pocket. The baggage cart clicked by, its mechanics as perturbed by the late train as I.

“Good day, Aurelio,” Jamison Bennet said stopping beside me.

I sniffed at the air and coughed with displeasure. “Good day, Bennet.”

He ignored my hint and prattled on about weather. As if I cared one cog his opinions of the farms in Ybearon.

I scowled while cleaning my spectacles.

“Come now, Aurelio.” Bennet said. “Would Neasa approve of such coldness?” He waived a photo before my face. Neasa! She was bound, wearing the gown she’d left in that morning.

“Vote no,” Bennet said, slipping away before I could raise a cry.

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