Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers rides again! Ok, they ride every Friday, but I have finally joined them once more 🙂 As always, a huge thanks goes to Rochelle for leading us and finding the prompts, as well to Sandra Cook this week for the photo. You can read both of their stories–and many other fabulous stories–HERE

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Margie sighed, pushing away from the machine, rubbing her back.  Satin spilled over the table, a wave reaching the floor. Margie gathered the fabric carefully, carrying it over to the mannequin. Arranging the dress, she went back to the table and picked up the box of beads. She got halfway to the dress before remembering to go back for her glasses.

Two hours later, her knees  hurt, her eyes twitching from the fine work of beading the bodice. She sat in the chair, resting, as feet bounded up the stairs.

“Oh, Grandma,” Susie breathed,”I’m going to be the prettiest bride ever!”

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  1. A labour of love, indeed. Well done.

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  2. michael1148humphris

    A real labour of love, what a grandma. 🙂

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  3. Dear Samantha,

    Sweet story. Nicely stitched.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. Lovely family story. That dress will be priceless.

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  5. A true labor of love well told.

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  6. You create such a lovely image of a Grandma sewing her granddaughters wedding gown on her old machine. It would be hard work, especially such intricate beading. You can tell it is an act of love and something the granddaughter will hopefully. Always have from her Grandma. Fantastic job!

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