All right, as threatened I'm going to start writing and posting online a new short story every week for a year (or however long I can keep that up.) To read story #1, The Promise, click here.
I did cut up that plastic dollar tote to make into something stronger, but got caught up with work and set it aside. Then last night some hand-dyed silk and pretty threads called my name, and, well . . . Felt SO good to do some handwork, except my neck began hurting about an hour into it. I tried changing the way I sit and work, but it's pretty obvious that the doc is right.

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