MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt – Its all in the title

The old sawmill kept churning with the stream, even though the jagged piece created insatiable doubt by the owner that his flour would be milled. He could hear whispers in the walls of the other workers, that the missing eyepiece that held the jagged part away from the wheel was among all that lies broken and also fell into the stream.

Repairs were made, the eye piece and the jagged edge found and smoothed, and the miller’s grain was ground into flour. All’s well that ends well.