Today’s Friday Fiction is courtesy of microcosmsfic.com. 300 word short story using the following elements.
Character: Songwriter Setting: Village Genre: Aga Saga
Vanessa sneered at the aged AGA. A bulky, 3-door cooker sitting against the kitchen wall like a squalid interloper. It’s front creame-coloured door was peeling to reveal the shiny metallic interior. From the back, a pipe ran along the wall and attached to the black bent-tube boiler built into the wall.
“Shall you fix it then?”
The village Engineer wiped his forehead with a grimy handkerchief.
“I’ll try my best mam. We been doin’ more Aether-boiler jobs than steam… and this is very old.”
“Well I ask you do to more than just try. This is an heirloom sir, it best be fixed.”
“Of course, mam.”
She saw the scowl creasing his wrinkled face, smudged with soot like the lower-class civil servant he was.
“I’ll be in the Drawing Room. Find me when it is done.”
She whirled away in a flurry of ruffles flaring from her crinoline. Like an inverted rose, the scarlet dress flared around her hips, silk crawling up to the high-collar styled with intricate golden gears. Although the daughter of the Royal Engineer – she drew no correlation between her father and the man in her kitchen.
“Must you always be so rude, Vanessa?” mother asked without lifting her head, seated with a cello angled away from her knees.
“Is he not below us?”
“Your privileged ancestry began with a man very much like him.”
Vanessa glided across the carpeted floor and gazed out the window. The village, once further away, now loomed closer. Threatening to overtake.
“Do we not come from a family of cabaret singers, song writers and… whatever it is you do mother.”
Mother raised her eyes and sighed,
“Much like the AGA you despise so, the future catches up to us. Apart from your class, what shall you offer to it?”