Run-of-the-Mill
Life in Milltown was nothing to write home about. The town itself was the definition of ordinary: quiet streets, predictable routines, and neighbours who rarely strayed from the familiar. For most residents, the daily grind was their bread and
, and they didn't expect much more.
Take Harold, for instance. He worked at the local paper mill, clocking in at 7 a.m. sharp, bringing home the
with steady but unremarkable pay. He was cool as a
, never stirred by gossip or drama. Even when his coworker, Pete, spilled the
about the manager's plan to downsize, Harold simply nodded and advised, "Take it with a grain of
."
One day, Harold found himself in a
. A shipment error at the mill left him with
on his face in front of the big
- Mr. Cranston, the factory owner. Though Harold had done nothing wrong, he took the blame to protect a younger colleague. "No use crying over spilled
," he said later, brushing it off.
Harold's daughter, Lily, was the
of his eye. She was bright, curious, and always asking questions that made Harold smile. Unlike her father, Lily found school a piece of
and dreamed of leaving Milltown one day to explore the world. But Harold, ever grounded, reminded her that sometimes these things didn't work out, and that's just the way the
crumbles.
One evening, Harold's wife went
over a rumour that the mill might close. She stormed into the kitchen, ranting about conspiracies and layoffs. Harold just sipped his coffee, knowing that drama was never his cup of
. However, he was walking on
around her for the rest of the night.
Milltown wasn't glamorous, and Harold's life wasn't filled with excitement. But it was steady, honest, and full of small moments that mattered. And in a world chasing thrills, Harold found comfort in the run-of-the-mill.