The photo is of a wall painting. This French village has local artists paint multiple buildings in a variety of styles.
This is our 140th Free Write. Since we started other writers say they use the prompts to free write too.
D-L's Free Write
Anna
Knit one, purl 2, knit on, purl 2, knit one... How long before she leaves.
Catherine
"Your stitches are too tight. Did you wash the wool. We wouldn't want to make the baby itch."
Anna
"Yes I did.2 It's Thomas's mother. Keep calm.
Catherine
I can start supper for you. Did you use my carrots?
Anna
"The stew is over the fire. It has the carrots."
Catherine
"I just go in and check the fire." (She enters the house and calls back out to Anna.) "Your floor needs to be swept. I know where you keep your broom.2
Anna under her breath.
I bet you do.
Catherine at the door with the broom in her hand.
"You need to make a new broom. I'll bring some straw for you to do it."
Anna takes a deep breath. The needles click faster.
Knit one, purl two, knit one, purl two knit...
Julia's Free Write
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall”.
Such a common saying usually ending in the query: "who’s the fairest of them all?"
Right, she was not the fairytale kind – pragmatic, albeit with a tinge of Pollyannism (newly coined word for the occasion).
She did love museums though and could stand a long time in front of some of the classics, making up her own interpretations.
Lately she had also discovered exhibits dedicated to lost feminine occupations. Personally, she had been a big fan of knitting. She also had friends who had taken it up as they aged and had more time on their hands. It had even become popular as a time killer for actors and actresses before the advent of games on one’s cell phone!!
Mirrors reflected life’s realities if one bothered to look for more than one’s face. Fascinating in a museum to watch people via a mirror instead of directly and so much more discrete.
All that flashed through her mind as she contemplated Arthur’s latest wall painting.
Rick's Free Write
“Hold my yarn, dear,” Marielle said, “while we talk awhile.”
Sophie dutifully raised the strand to make it easier for the knitting to flow.
They had followed this routine for months now, since Marielle had passed away.
Sophie missed her older sister deeply. So she would go to the door outside her room, open the door, place a chair, and sit. Sometimes it would be hours, it seemed, before Marielle’s apparition would appear. Sometimes minutes. Always with a ball of purple yarn in her lap, knitting a seater for a niece. Always in the dress in which she had died and been buried.
They talked about everything… and nothing. Mother and father. Their brother, Zeb, who had done off to war and not returned. About the neighbours. The weather. The animals and crops that sustained them.
They talked until Sophie got tired and fell asleep in the chair. And when she awoke, Marielle was gone. Only the ball of yarn remained
About the Free Writers
Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, a weekly newsletter reporting the airline industry top stories . He is the author of The Robot in the Simulator. AI in Aviation Training.
Visit D-L.'s website https://dlnelsonwriter.com, She is the author of 15 fiction and three non fiction books. Her 300 Unsung Women, bios of women who battled gender limitations, can be purchased at https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/300-unsung-women-d-l-nelson/1147305797?ean=9798990385504
Visit Julia's blog. She has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends. Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/
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