Needlecraft

Colours twisted in chaos until order emerged. Whispering love, she knitted a uniquely patterned sweater. Kissing the white cotton every time she threaded her needle, she embroidered his undershirt; near invisible soaring birds and full-sailed ships to bring him swiftly home.

If only he had been faithful.

After she heard, her scissors ripped the sails and broke the wings. She crocheted a scarf to cross over his treacherous heart, her hook slippery with drowning tears.

When next he came back to her, she only recognised his water-logged body from the patterns she had woven into his sodden clothes.

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Copyright 2016 by Paula Harmon. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permission

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