Project Time

By Angie Bromeland


The spool of red thread dropped to the floor and rolled beneath the desk.
“Blast!” Meredith muttered. “Where did that fool thing go?” She crouched on the floor, peering under the desk. “Got you!” she said as she grabbed the spool.
Meredith threaded her sewing machine. “Why did I have to blab about having a sewing machine? Why did I say I could sew all these costumes? Now I’ll have to suffer through all this work. Serves me right.” Meredith wasn’t really a crab. She was just worried about all the work ahead of her. That’s when Meredith’s friend, Liam, knocked on her door.
“Can I come in?” he called. “It’s cold out here.”
Meredith wasn’t expecting anyone, but she hurried to open the door.
“How did you get here?” she asked. Liam lived three and a half miles away.
“I took a cab,” he said with a smile.
Meredith was still confused. “Did we have plans?” she asked.
“Nah,” said Liam. “I was just bored and thought you could use a hand on all those costumes. It’s going to be a lot of work, you know.”
“Tell me about it!” Meredith said. She was so relieved to have Liam’s help, that she hugged him.
Liam laughed. Then he picked up one of the costumes she had made. “Hey, you’re doing great work. These are really neat,” he said. He flipped the tab sewn along the edge. It read: Good luck! “Wow. That’s a cool detail. People are going to love these.”
Meredith relaxed, and smiled for the first time all day. “You really think so?”
“Absolutely,” Liam answered. “Now, where do you keep the fabric? I don’t know how to run a sewing machine, but I can use a different tool, called a scissors!’
They laughed, and got to work.

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