Before I get rolling with the A-Z blogging challenge, I thought writing a flash fiction piece would be fun. This one comes from the prompt over at Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about fingers that fly. Think about the different ways we use our fingers and what happens when we add speed.
When I was a little girl, I watched Grandma crochet. The hook and yarn moved through her flying fingers with such ease she could hold a conversation as she worked. She connected the squares into blankets or placemats, or single ones became coasters.
As I grew up and she grew older, her squares took more effort, until one day, they weren’t squares at all. Her mind wouldn’t let her fingers fly any longer.
So I sit with her now, her hook and yarn in my hands, creating the squares she once made.
Her smile tells me I’m doing well.
This story was inspired by an article I read about the effects of Alzheimer’s on a woman’s mother, who had been an avid crocheter. Her squares over time offered a very visual representation of how the disease progressed.
The story stuck with me. I can only hope that despite the final product, the woman’s mother is able to get some of the joy she once did from her craft.
Read the article here: http://people.com/human-interest/crochet-patch-alzheimer-s-disease/