Quilting

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 28-02-2013

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In a trance, she rage quilted – her hair wild, droplets of blood on the fabric where she’d stabbed herself with the needle and carried on. When she came back into herself, Mrs Lovecraft discovered she’d sewn blocks of strange characters together with a border of green curling tentacles. In the center, a repulsive book (the color of human skin with a disturbing face). She feared the reaction of her husband, but decided to show her son. Howard might know what to make of it all.

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