Cotton #FridayFictioneers


The cotton mills of Manchester, England, had once been a chaos of noise, sights and smells. The machines had roared, drowning everything else out and making the workers deaf. Dust and chemicals had rose thickly, settling into workers lungs and slowly suffocating them. Accidents and deaths were a daily occurrence. Thus, was the price the poor paid to try and survive.

Now, the great mills that had been the body of Manchester were silent. They stood rotting or demolished, an empty tomb in memory of those poor souls who had worked themselves to death.

 

(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/03/27/29-march-2019/ with thanks).

9 thoughts on “Cotton #FridayFictioneers

  1. Good brief taste of history. 🙂
    And in Norwich, whose wool trade was severely hit by the northern mills, women were attacked in the streets, their cotton clothes torn from them. For the northern mills had made them poor.

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