A strand of her catches on a branch as she dashes by. She unravels as she goes, loop by loop. People follow the thread, finding her end in an open field. They mourn; they will never see a pattern like that again. But one begins making something new from the yarn she left behind.
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Replying to @MicroFlashFic
I went to like and retweet the earlier version but it was deleted and I said out loud, “oh no! Whyyyyyyy?” Glad it’s back again
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Replying to @Caffienekitty
I'm made of typos and I get them everywhere.
1:11 PM - 27 Sep 2018
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