She fed the roving into the wheel, pulling the fibers out, foot working the treadle, lost in her trance. Six weeks since the EMP, and no word of the outside world... it was making her a bit stir crazy. Cabin fever, though of course she wasn't confined to her cabin... she had the whole town, but they had nothing but each other. Nothing but each other, and no way of knowing what was happening out there. Spinning calmed her, and it was *useful*; what she had here wouldn't make a sweater, but it would make a scarf, and god only knew if they'd have power back come winter.
She didn't know if they'd all be here come winter. But preparing for winter was better than the alternative. The climate was just now struggling back from that last incident. Surely no one would do anything to endanger it agaiin. Surely the talk of nuclear weapons was just politicians blustering.
She worked the treadle and tried her damnedest not to think about it.
Handspun yarn by DulcinBradbury. She says, "It's a thin yarn in deep pink, mango-yellow and a lighter pink --
colours of sunset. If I recall correctly, the fiber was a blend of
merino wool, camel and silk. It could make a lovely lace piece -- there
might be enough for a shawl." EmilytheSlayer thinks it's make a great pair of armwarmers!
Thanks, people who're commenting - I do not have time between things to talk to you individually just yet! But I am reading and appreciating...
...my slight Southern accent is coming out.
Blogathon 2008. 24 hours of spontaneous fiction for BARCC.