Or is it just me? As usual, this 100-word story is from a prompt picture posted at https://rochellewisoff.com/, the blog that gets my juices flowing. Also as usual, it seems to come from somewhere in my past.
I REMEMBER, MAMA
I yank out drawers stuffed with outdated patterns, remnants from a prom dress, seed pearls from my wedding dress that Mama barely finished in time, because by then she’d already started weeping. “I keep losing count!”
Unfinished scarves, half-done cross stitch kits, fabric paint with tee-shirts untouched. Macramé cords. Knitted caps missing their topknots.
“I’m making gifts for Christmas.” Then she discarded each project and spent money on new ones, desperately hoping to find the one craft her diminishing mind could still handle.
I can finish them for her. I’ve got all the supplies.
And maybe a bit more time.
Genie in a Box: Words and thoughts from Eugenia Parrish, Author 
A wonderful story, Genie!
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Thank you for reading my story. I think your comment got lost in “spam” — I just found it, and I do appreciate your taking the time to comment.
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A wonderful short-short story, Genie.
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Hi, Hilary! Thanks for reading and for the encouraging comment.
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Sounds like a beautiful way to remember mother as she fades away. Good storytelling.
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I wasn’t sure if I meant for her mother to be gone or just not living at home. I decided it didn’t matter. Thanks for reading it.
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You are very welcome, Eugenia.
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Dear Genia,
Poignant and sweet story. Lovely tribute to her mother.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I’m so glad everyone seems to have understood that finishing them was a tribute. Thanks.
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What a lovely gift and memorial, to pick up her craft and complete it for her.
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Thank you for that. I wasn’t sure if that came across.
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