By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Friday Fictioneers July 8, 2022
(100 words)
It was there, she could see it. The magic spinning wheel. Only the queen had been allowed to touch it and before that, the queen mother and so on. Since the queens death, no one had dared touch it, not even to put it away for safe-keeping.
The lovely young maid, longed to place her slender hands on the rich, dark mahogany surface, it called to her mournfully. She could hear how badly it wanted to sing. She could make it sing, she knew it.
Gingerly, timidly she sat upon the stool and placed her hand on the wheel.
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