The Sewing Room

Jean L. Hayes

Lissy loved Mommy’s sewing room. She ran her little hands over all the different fabrics, enjoying how smooth, or prickly, or rough they all were. She especially loved the shiny ones.

But her main interest was the pin cushion. Thimbles, straight pins, needles with bits of thread still dangling from the eye. And the little white heads all around the cushion.

“Mommy, are their arms and legs all tangled up inside the ball?”

“No, Lissy. They don’t have bodies. They’re just for decoration.”

Lissy thought for a moment.

“Yes, they do. And some day I’m going to set them free!”