Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Mendacity

“I would prefer that you grip the thread gently between your thumb and index finger,” the seamstress said sternly. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it properly.” She was right, of course. I tried my best to relax, and closed my eyes to visualize the thread piercing the eye of the needle.
There.
“Excellent,” the seamstress hissed. “You may begin.”

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Postscript: What the hell was that? Excellent question. The text above is an attempt at Flash Fiction, directed, in particular, to the Three Word Wednesday blog.

7 comments:

Chris said...

Why did she hiss? Is she one of them lizard aliens from V?

Fear Not the Darkness but What lies Within said...

interesting story jsut what were they sewing?

Christine said...

She sounds like an old home ec teacher I once had.

Rinkly Rimes said...

You used the three words so sparingly and yet you were able to paint a vivid picture.

Old Altonian said...

Short and sweet. I would have hissed right back, except that I don't hiss - I snarl!

A Kwee Life said...

That is great! I love the personalities.

mazzz_in_Leeds said...

Maybe the seamstress is Monty Burns's sister - "Exsssssellent" :-)