Even as he left, she set about patching up the hole he’d left in her life.
Firm, neat stitches, and soon you could scarcely tell he’d been there at all.
Inevitably, more repairs became necessary in time, some simply requiring a darning needle, others warranting a whole new patch to overlay the damage.
She became stronger than she’d ever hoped, her handiwork repelling all further onslaughts; her resilience surprised even her closest friends.
And then came Daniel.
Just one stray thread needed to give way, one knot to loosen, one scrap of material to fray.
And she began to unravel once more.
Friday Fictioneers is celebrating its seventh year under the inimitable leadership of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Members come and go but a few of us stalwarts remember when she took over from Madison Woods. A good day for our happy band of writers. Thanks Rochelle, for all that you do.