She sat next to her mom on the couch. Her mom was crocheting an afghan and she was holding the skein of yarn, pulling more out when needed. She liked to “help” her mom crochet. She could get underneath the afghan as it grew longer and make silly patterns with the yarn as she pulled it out. But she had to be careful not to get it tangled up, mom did not like that.
That memory was crystal clear this cold winter night. Sharon was missing the warmth of the afghan but not as much as she missed her mom.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – yarn https://fivedotoh.com/2020/06/02/fowc-with-fandango-yarn/