
Her fingers are dressed in weathered rings. A lifetime of lacework mottles her skin. Wrinkled, rough knuckles slide beneath tatting threads; fingers shift the shuttle, pulling assured knots.
My flower droops.
“Lovely,” she says.
“Lopsided.”
“Nothing wrong with loosey-goosey.” She chair dances, never dropping the count. “Another!”
Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
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This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
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The dialogue is really tight: developing the characters and giving us information in minimum words. You also have great word choices (mottles and Loosey-goosey :D), and i like the alliteration “shift the shuttle” and “lovely / lopsided / loosey-goosey”. I wondered if it should be “chair-dances”? (also a great image :D) You’ve knit/knotted this one well 🙂
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Ivthinkvyouvare right about the hyphen. Granny was such a light spirit 🙂 glad it came through in the few bits of dialogue
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Great imagery in here. I have no idea what “dropping the count” means, I assume it must be a knitting term?
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Beautiful characterizations here. I’m not a very visual person, but you gave me enough to be able to picture the grandmother clearly.
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Thanks. I see the stories in my head like a movie and that can be hard to get into words.
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