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I yank out drawers stuffed with outdated patterns, remnants from a prom dress, seed pearls from my wedding dress that Mama barely finished in time, because by then she’d already started weeping.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.