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A young woman receives a package from an unknown address and opens it to discover that her knitting ability is more important than she could have ever imagined. Illustrated by David Sarallo.
A young woman receives a package from an unknown address and opens it to discover that her knitting ability is more important than she could have ever imagined.
Illustrated by David Sarallo.
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Gwen fought the urge to pinch herself and make sure it wasn’t a dream, but<br />
she actually had pinched herself in dreams and felt it, so she didn’t think that<br />
would work if it was a dream.<br />
She debated with herself for nearly an hour and a half, trying to decide if<br />
she was crazy or simply letting her imagination get the best of her. But there was<br />
a delivery man. She knew it. And the phone call. It was too vivid. All of it. And<br />
unmade? Could she really run that risk?<br />
All the same she didn’t want to get wet or drown or arrested for trespassing<br />
in the lake after it was closed. Though, she wondered, who has a right to close a<br />
lake? It was everyone’s lake and park, and at midnight it looked its most beautiful.<br />
How dare they close it! So with that, she paced back and forth in a contained<br />
indignant rage. She’d show them.<br />
She glanced at the clock. It was only 9:27. She didn’t want to get there too<br />
early, so to pass the time, she picked up her needles and worked on a sweater<br />
she was nearly done with. She lost herself in it. Every time the thread crossed,<br />
she felt pieces of herself come together. In fact, she almost forgot to leave. She<br />
thought about taking a lunch or snack or something, but realized it’d get wet<br />
because all she had was paper bags or a basket to carry anything in. So she simply<br />
put a light blue coat on, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and left.
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