Last week’s Five Sentence Fiction, which I missed due to travelling all over Ireland. The prompt was Fabric… Not a new idea this, but a lovely one.
The woman put down her needles and sighed.
She was so tired now, and she’d have to stop soon.
She’d been weaving since the dawn of time.
At her feet a long, long tapestry; the rise of oceans, the fall of forests, great animals, the tiniest ant, the roar of whales, the self-important mutterings of humans, the spring, summer, autumn and winter, repeated so many times.
She wiped her brow and took it up again.