She sat down at her sewing machine and began to join the scraps of fabric. Within an hour a pattern was beginning to form. Bea had been doing quilting for most of her life. She would sew day and night; in her skills she was adroit. By the end of the month, she had the quilt ready for the final stages of sewing. This she did by hand like her mother and grandmother both did. Her quilt took on character and beauty. When she finally finished it, she hated to give it away, but knew it was going to a good home in the chemo ward at the local hospital.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – adroit