Fine glittery threads
Taale_ Writes@ebosetaleemmanuel622588
1 month ago
4am was her perfect time to start weaving. So Ruth crawled to business, her hip ached as she made an ackward limp. One of her legs was shorter and twisted in a way Ruth thought was so ugly. Just like every other day in twenty years of her life she felt like an ugly chunk of clay wrapped up in an ugly gift wrap.
She weaved, silently as she sat uncomfortably in a plastic chair, she weaved her ugliness into a skirt.
For the first time, She felt a glitter of hope, she’d hoped to weave something that glitter not the chunk of clay she’d see herself. She didn’t own a diamond mine, or any piece of gold but she thought she’d weave something that glitter.
First she switched thread, her thread of ugliness was old and weak for some reason she found them unpleasant.
So Ruth wove, and wove until her shirt began to glitter, it did even with out any precious gems. She laughed and wove, it was as real as she willed it. The chair became more comfortable, her buttocks felt cushioned. As she laughed she pulled out a glittering thread of Laughter, then joy , she wove on until she too felt her skin glow.
As she was finished the hem of the glittering skirt, she sighed and pulled out the last thread of fulfillment. In all her life Ruth had woven half way, dark skirts, ugly and bent. This one was her best, oh had she realize she could do this one earlier she would have thought to use finer threads.
The skirt glowed against her dark skin , oh! she felt like gold. She still limped on one leg but even with that, it felt like she was walking gracefully.
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