87. September Malevolence “Absence” Our Withers Unwrung [Tendervision]
“I’ll wear my wings as I wear out.”
She heard that Hemingway once wrote the shortest story ever written, but she didn’t believe it. Things add up, things are intertwined, and you can’t separate any one thread from the rest, she thought to herself. Like the scarf she was knitting, she convinced herself in the empty house with no one to persuade but the dog with droopy eyes looking at her with a sad curiosity from outside the back door, was proof of this. Her daughter had told her it was just a scarf, that it could be given to anyone - that anyone would appreciate a scarf with winter approaching. The mother dismissed her little girl like she was a television pundit waiting for his paycheck. At the time she just said “you’re right” and smiled falsely. And as she played this conversation back in her head sitting there with the needles paused in her hands, her mind wandered further. From Hemingway to scarf to daughter to husband to last New Year’s Eve and so on. She was frozen and the dog was still waiting to be let in.
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