Who Woulda Thought? [SC]
“See ya later!”
Door slams.
Good. Everyone’s gone.
I slink up to my room.
Door locks, shades go down.
I nod in satisfaction.
I pull out the lumpy spheres, feeling one against my cheek.
So soft…
I reach under my bed for the needles.
_Let’s see… do I need 7s, or 9s? Well, that would depend if
I want it dense or looser… Split the difference, say 8s_
The clacking of wood on wood calms me down, as the
looped cloth grows from the wood.
I laughed to myself as I turned on the local public radio
station.
Who woulda thought?