Bobbin Along

(Photo Credit: Yarnspinnerr)

Her world was a splash of riotous colours. An intricate abode of yarns, spindles and bobbins. The staccato burst from the sewing machine that accompanied a fast yet methodical movement of arms and legs was her way of embellishing an unsung melody. What began as an exciting calling had now transcended into a very affirmation of her soul.

Today was no different than what was yesterday and what would be tomorrow. Helen lived her present which was moulded by the past and made malleable to the future. Arranging her multicoloured yarn and threads in tidy boxes, she perched herself on her chair facing a table upon which sat her trusted sewing machine. Order was a perfect necessity for the desired outcomes.

With great precision Helen wound the thread on the spindle. Working with a dexterity that was ridiculously perfect, she began to stitch the first scarf of the morning. It was not always like this. Even now she involuntarily shuddered when she remembered the stumbles and slips when she first lost her vision.


This story has been written as part of the FLASH FICTION FOR ASPIRING WRITERS – FFfAW Challenge #190, more details about which may be found HERE

For reading similar entries submitted in response to the FFfAW Challenge #190 please click HERE

Thank You Yarnspinnerr for the photograph!

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