Working in a coal mine - 14

There were chairs there, so I sat down. There was a steady hum as the conveyor belt started up, then a grinding noise as that great big wheel-cutter started moving.

“Got to get to work now.” Bob said. “We normally sing as we work, anything you’d like in particular?”

“Ink Spots, I like their voices and repertoire. Especially Whispering Grass … they recorded it the year I was born. Can you sing that?”

“Of course, ‘Whispering, then Ink Spots.” He called to the other three.

The cutter started to move and coal fell from it as they started singing.