for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Fabric and the word limit 131.
I found my friend Rosey sitting on a bench in the park, stabbing a piece of fabric with a needle and a tangled web of brightly coloured thread.
I asked if she was mending something. She frowned and said no, she was being creative; expressing herself through the medium of needlework.
It was… interesting. Apparently, it was an embroidery depicting a pastoral scene of fields and flowers.
“It’s, err, beautiful,” I said, as I tried to work out which way up it was!
I asked what the red blobs were.
“Poppies of course,” she said.
“Are they?” I said.
“OK, if you must know I keep pricking my finger with this needle and they’re bloodstains. But they look like poppies, don’t they?”
I left her to get on with her masterpiece!
Loads more tales about My Friend Rosey right HERE!
In case you are interested, my A – Z stories so far this month are here :-