“Susan!” Emma called.
Susan didn’t hear. She stood with a distant look in her eyes. She was wool-gathering about Emma and her. Would they last? Was it worth it if she was going to get hurt again?
Word count: 36 + prompt
This was written with the prompt wool-gathering for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #92.
I had to look this term up. I had never heard of it before.
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