Here’s another short piece of fiction for you. I’m participating in a Writer’s Blog Carnival this week and here’s my contribution. Just a bit of fun!
A New Hobby
By T.S. Bazelli
“Are you not bored, sisters?” Chloe asked.
The triplets sat around the wide table, working away as they’d always done. Asia gently set down a battered pair of shears, a gift from Zeus at her birth. She knew them better than she knew the calluses on her fingers. She pushed the bifocals up her nose and pursed her lips.
Laura draped a length of flexible measuring tape was over her shoulders. Her bob of curly white hair did not move as she whipped her head towards Chloe. She hadn’t changed her hairstyle since the 50’s.
“Well, spill it. What do you want Clotho?” Laura inquired in her usual tone. No one called her by that name but Laura. “We have serious work to do and you’re holding the fate of some poor schmuck in your hands. I see you’ve left him stuck at a dead-end minimum wage retail job for,” she held out her fingers and eyeballed it, “the next two years. His wife’s not going to be pleased.”
“Oh I know.” Chloe pulled at the thread roughly. Asia and Laura both winced at her carelessness. “But don’t you ever wish we could do things a bit differently?”
“How so?” Asia reached for the navy blue thread in Chloe’s hands. She trimmed it neatly. The snipping made the faint sound of a car crash. That was the end of Mr. Navy Blue.
“We have all this thread lying around. I was thinking we should try doing something with it. I’ve always wanted to learn how to crochet,” Chloe said.
Laura and Asia frowned. “Crochet?”
“Well yes! On the bus to work the other day I met this adorable woman wearing this gorgeous scarf. She told me she’d crocheted it herself. I decided to take a quick swing by the library, and picked up a couple of books.” Chloe continued. “Isn’t this all such a waste? All these threads just keep piling up!”
Asia wrinkled her nose. She was the one that always got stuck sweeping it up.
“A scarf seems like the easiest pattern. Don’t you think it’s a good idea Lachesis?” Chloe batted her eyelashes and called Laura by her true name, however dated, her sister enjoyed tradition. She was the one to convince.
Laura frowned, but with another long look at her two smiling siblings, she let out a sigh. Crochet, after all, had already been around for centuries. “Well let’s see. We can try it.”
So the three-fates took up crochet. They practiced tentatively with their endless supply of thread. They worked their way up to from simple doilies to scarves. Soon, they were devouring books at the library, and crocheting stars, circles, flowers… and they had as many colors at their disposal as there were humans in the world.
It was the most fun they’d had in the last millennium.
Around the world something strange began to happen. The constellations began to rearrange spontaneously. Gone were the big dipper and the scorpion. People looked up at the sky and named new ones: the sushi roll, the purple orchid, the spiral. Astrologers reworked their charts. Suddenly human lives began to fall into predictable patterns. The most enterprising made millions, started radio-talk shows, were appointed seats in government.
And when the sisters had accumulated more scarves, berets, doilies, and sweaters, than they could ever use, they wondered what they could do with them. In the end it was Chloe, naturally, that pointed out there was always this thing called the internet, and that they could always set up shop and make a little money on the side too.