Tyler
I sat in the back of knitting class once again. My parents have stopped forcing me to come a long time ago but I still did anyway. I didn't particularly like watching people knit but purely the idea that you can create something beautiful from something so small. Sam wasn't in his usual corner like he always was, instead he was in the circle working on a bunch of knots. I could tell he wasn't getting the hang of this and so was the instructor. I let my eyes wander the room and I saw that one lady made a duck inside her pattern. It would be cool if I could make something like that but I knew I probably couldn't. I let out a sigh, I was never that creative to begin with so to attempt to make something that difficult would be self sabotage; setting myself up to fail.
Somehow my mind wandered to granny and I could feel the tears build up that usually came from thinking about her. I still needed to say goodbye to her, I knew I needed to do that before it was too late. Sam's words came back to me but I couldn't put my brain to work on the idea because I had no clue what to do. What would be something she would remember forever? My eyes trailed over the busy patients and the light bulb above my head flickered.
I knew how to say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Yarn Ball
Short Story"Time doesn't stop for anyone, it keeps going on and on like the string on that ball of yarn." "But eventually it all stops" "No it doesn't. That one may stop but another one begins."
