Simon Says

“Simon says touch your toes,” Murray said to the group of us playing the game. I reached down and touched my toes. “Simon says twirl around.” I obeyed. “Scratch your head.” I obeyed. “Darlene, you’re out! I didn’t say Simon says.” “Ahh, I did it again,” I said as I...

Scars

I held my foot as I sobbed. “Mommy, will it leave a scar?” “Maybe, but it will remind you never to do that again. Sometimes we have to learn through our scars.” My mom gently cleaned my wound and placed a band-aid on it. I felt instant relief from the hurt. My little...

Counting

I threw the piece on the floor. “I counted wrong again,” I said to my mom. “This is so frustrating. Why is it so important to count every stitch?” Mom put her cross-stitch piece down, picked up mine from the floor, and sat beside me. “It takes patience Darlene. You...

Pieces

“Don’t throw those out,” Mom said. I looked at the different pieces of fabric in my hands. Triangles, rectangles, strips of different sizes and shapes. Leftovers from larger projects. Scraps, that’s all they were. Confused, I looked back at her. “But they’re useless,”...

Zigzags

She watched her husband from a distance. He seemed confused as to what direction he should go. He turned left, stopped, and looked to his right. He took a step that way. Stopped. Turned around. He seemed lost. A look of trepidation came over his face. “Strange,” she...

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