Sep 7, 2016 Friday Fictioneers, Original Flash Fiction, Original Short Story

Treadle and Thread
©September 7th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Lyra sat weaving at her loom.  Behind her was a strange device.

Cursed to dwell there eternally, Lyra dreamt of freedom.  Food was brought to her, and mead.  Through the shuttered window of the stone castle, she glimpsed a silver river weaving through the woods.

How I wish I could be there! she yearned.

The sun played about her fingers, impelling her towards the machine behind her.

Placing her just-woven silver cloak on the strange device, Lyra worked the treadle, enspelled and ensnared.

A heartbeat later, something unravelled out the window, a cry spinning wood-ward.

Silver threads joined the river.

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Thanks to Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, as always, for hosting Friday Fictioneers.  Thanks to the inimitable Sandra Crook for the photograph!

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