It was one of those mindless twiddles that has your fingers working overtime; an incessant fiddling with some inconsequential this or that, like a dangling button or a loose string. My mind was so far off in the distance that, though I was looking intently at myself in the mirror, I could not see a thing.

Swirling around in my distracted brain was, ironically, a very focused thought: he wants to be with me.

Why I found the truth so unbelievable demands a complicated and lengthy discussion; perhaps a mini-memoir of sorts, but suffice it to say that being with the right man had been such an elusive task that I figured, by the time I hit my 50th and it hadn’t happened yet, that it never would.

Imagine my surprise when, while contemplating the miraculous and unbelievable events of the past few weeks, I suddenly found myself topless in the middle of the men’s department, my sweater a disheveled jumble of threads; the quite willing victim of that blasted twiddling.

This week’s prompt, provided by the ever-faithful Lillie McFerrin, is “fabric.”

Lillie McFerrin Writes

18 thoughts on “Unraveling

  1. Britton- always so clever with your words. Love this piece. I am actually going to write a piece on “fabric.” I can do 5 sentences!! so good to see you post.

    1. Oh I think the world would be just fine–in fact, World Peace might ensue. All we need is love…doo, doo, doo, doo, doo…

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