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Stitch

I always go over the one minute time frame, and even that's not enough to flesh out my ideas. But I suppose the point of the One-Minute Writer is to get you writing in the first place. (Any desire to continue doing so after the buzzer goes off is a happy addition.) The prompt was "stitch".

a stitch in time saves nine they say
nine stitches are more than one
but putting quality before quantity is key

my mom used to sew outfits when i was small
i remember one in particular that i wore to the zoo in oklahoma
(though i suppose the pictures do the remembering
so i can't claim credit for memorizing my past footsteps)
the outfit was shorts and a tank top made of a cotton blend
the fabric depicted ice cream cones, strawberry flavor
melting down the side of the cone
i don't think i ever wore the outfit again
(not even to an ice cream social)
and while there's no picture to confirm my suspicion
my embarrassment at the photos suggests that
it was a sibling's insults that caused the ice cream outfit
to melt to the ground
never to be picked up again.


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