PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen
He lubricated this cog and that, knowing he’d performed these actions countless times, but unsure why. Duty, maybe, dictating he keep these cogs turning smoothly?
Listening to the whirring sounds become a symphony, he hobbled to the next shaft, then the next. With every step he yearned to remember, yet this shadow of forgetfulness would not brighten.
Slowly this machine opened translucent weathervanes as if opening its arms in a loving embrace. That thrumming symphony crescendoed, whereupon this machine gave birth to a tornado, one whose beauty overfilled his mind with silent screams.
Collapsing to his knees, Kogin sobbed forlornly.
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