dimanche 30 janvier 2022

50 Words: Quilt of Life (Scottish Book Trust)

 

 


I ran my hand over the wee stitches she had sewn. Touched one loop after another: one, two, three in time, space and rhythm onto what Granny had called the Quilt of Life. She was gone, but her fingers, the pieces of fabric of her days, were still here holding me.


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