The Singer and the Song

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The Singer and the Song

A present from Banbury fair was expected. But a bright ribbon or a swatch of cotton lawn. Not this.

He sat, gruff and unreadable, before the strange contraption.

‘But how?’ she asked.

Recalling the demonstration, he began to coordinate the movements of his large feet. The sharp needle danced up and down, uncertainly at first, then faster and faster.

In a blur of shining metal her wide blue eyes saw curtains and cushion covers for her tiny cottage, a little extra money; while he saw a comely wife, a companion against loneliness and, god willing, a young mother for his children.

M J Lewis 2016

Welcome to Friday Fiction, hosted by the talented writer and artist Rochelle Wisoff- Fields.

Click here for more 100-word stories, stitched together by creative Friday Fictioneers around the globe. A keen sewer myself, I enjoyed this week’s photo prompt from Sandra Crook.

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21 thoughts on “The Singer and the Song

    • Those machines must have saved hours of tedious hand sewing in bad light. I expect they were more valuable than gold dust.
      Growing up we had a heavy old Singer machine that had an electric motor and belt just bolted onto the basic machine. It stitched forwards or back, nothing fancy, but must have made wardrobes full of summer dresses and every pair of curtains in the house.
      Glad you enjoyed the story.

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  1. Hi I’m new to the blogging life and was wondering if you could read my work and follow me I’d appreciate it as i am interested in literature and spoken word and lack a bit of confidence Thank you for your time and have a nice day

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