The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photograph.
Photo copyright Sandra Crook
Quilt Dreams
She dreamed the patterns and colors; later, she sewed. Carlene never knew who the quilts were for until she finished them. The quilts celebrated many events: births, rites of passage, marriages. Occasionally they comforted someone close to the end of their life.
Earthtones in diamond shapes swirled and twirled in the quilt she’d finish today. Tonight her dream would tell her who would be the recipient, and why.
Carlene slow to awaken. It was the mirror who reminded her of her dream. This would be the last quilt she’d ever make, and it was for her, in her last days.
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Oh, my, how touching. I haven’t been keeping up with the challenge, but this looks just like the one my grandmother had. I feel the stirrings of a story!
Such a lovely, bitter-sweet story. I wish we all had these quilts for comfort.
This is lovely. My favorite this week. Kudos!
P.S. Carlene slow to awake. Maybe you meant Carlene was slow to wake.
Slow to awaken. Must have been sleepy myself!
How touching. Love quilts.