Many thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
Spinning Wheel Spin
Mama showed me how to use a drop spindle with roving I spun into uneven thicknesses.
A short time later, she demonstrated how to use her wheel. By then, she’d grown frail, skin sallow, slippers scuffing.
“No need to speed,” she’d sing softly.
But speed was all I thought about. How to learn quicker. Spin smoother. Create yarn as sought-after as hers so we could get her treatment.
She passed while I was at a wool festival.
“Are these Livvy Jordan’s?”
They weren’t, but I nodded.
A shiver so icy cold slid over me as cumulous blocked the sun.
I was too late.
end
And, of course, spinning wheel made me think of a song:
I’m always amazed at your range in writing ideas! Nice job. And BST is a blast from the past!
Dear Sascha,
You captured the urgency well. I felt let down at the end when she was too late to save her mother. Touching story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
ii think spinning a lie was something she never learned from her mama to make a sale.
A wonderfully heartful story. Your taste in music is equal to mine. 🙂 Well done.