Mending Tears

Today’s snippet is from somewhere in the Atkinson’s Chronicles, or not – who knows… And, again, inspired by the One-Minute Writer one-word Wednesday prompt and Daily Prompt. Translation, no idea where this will lead.

“Don’t argue with me,” Desmon said, tugging the material his way.

“Who said I was arguing with you?” Jalem searched for the one word to tie it all together. Once that was located, she would feel fine. “Just because I disagree with you doesn’t mean that I am arguing with you.”

She dropped the needle on the floor, its weight taking the stitches with it, dividing the fabric once more. Muttering a curse, she tried to save the few starter strands that remained. The last thing she had time for was to start over.

“See what happens when you lose your focus? Everything falls apart.” He tried to keep a stern face, but failed.

Jalem glared at him. “I wasn’t the one who wrecked the tapestry in the first place. The least you can do is help.”

Desmon took the needle out of her hand. “At least we’re not testing for Healer right now. The sutures would be-.”

The face he made had her laughing so hard, it was all she could do to steady her hands.

“Hey!” He doubled over, hands clenching the pieces together, as he tried to hold back a laugh. “Let’s get this done before the dance begins. Agreed.”

“Agreed,” she said and then added, “What were we arguing about again?”

 

Monday Music

Thanks to BabyFaceBren for posting this. I was listening to this on the way to a write-in at the coffee shop yesterday and discovered that Yvonne is a fan of old Hollywood films, especially Rogers,  Astaire, and Garland, to name a few. And Cole, being the gentleman that he is, doesn’t hesitate to delight her with a night of dancing.

Cole Lipton and Yvonne Quigley

Cole Lipton and Yvonne Quigley