Sam
Another week had flown by and it was almost finished. I was holed up in the knitting room on my lunch break trying to make the finishing touches on the blanket. I was deep in concentration when a slamming door brought me back to reality. My head jerked up as I twisted my body to see who was at the door. My eyes widened as I saw the person standing before me.
"Tyler?!" I twisted even more to get a better look at the doorway and ended up falling out of my chair.
"Hey Sam." He greeted shyly as he walked slowly towards me.
I quickly stood up and brushed myself off.
"So how are you?"
"I'm. . . I don't know." he sighed. "I was angry for the longest time but now I just don't know."
"Oh." was all I could say,
Usually I had some advice or words of wisdom but today I had none. We stood in awkward silence for a while before Tyler spoke.
"I want to see my grandmother."
He said it so quietly that at first I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly.
"You do?" I questioned lightly, careful not to say something that might upset him.
"Yeah. I need to."
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."
