The old sewing machine sat forgotten until a ghostly foot operated the treadle. The needle ran over moldy fabric stitching a fine hem, forty years too late. Rust stains marred the remnants of what might have become a gown. The white ruffles were aged by time to tan.
Still the machine sewed and invisible hands steered the fabric, adding ribbons here and crinoline there. As the machine worked it began to glow. And when the needle rose that final time, its light spilled down the gown making it sparkle for the new bride waiting downstairs.
A great ghost story. I saw the ghost as stitching memories and bringing them to life, if only for a short time.
Thank you! I had a similar idea 😊
oh dear!!! another creepy yet enchanting piece! you are on fire! 😀
Welcome Melinda!
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Oh wow Melinda! Love the eeriness of this story and how it’s not scary but actually quite lovely. There’s a tinge of melancholy that works nicely with the note of happiness at the end of the story. Well done! I hope that bride is happy with her dress 🙂
Thank you! I hope so too. She’s not made an appearance yet in my imagination. So I have no idea who she is or what her story is.
Bravo. What can’t you write? Great creativity.
Thank you 🙂
Beautiful. Truly magical. Hugs. 💞
Thank you!
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What a wonderful magic… we seem to have been thinking along similar lines, could you have had Miss Havisham on your mind too.
Maybe 😊 when I read yours I wondered if we’d tuned into the same psychic wavelength.
Enchanting 🙂
Thank you 😊
Wonderfully ghostly, beautifully graphic. Well done, and welcome.
Thank you 😊 I’m glad to be among friends
Dear Melinda,
This seams to be something between a fairy tale and a ghost story. All together lovely. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you 😊 I thought so too
How lovely. There’s some mystery here. Who is the sewer and who is wearing the “ghostly” gown. Nice take on the prompt.
Thank you 😊 I agree with you
A ghostly magical tale! Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, Melinda’
Thank you 😊
My pleasure!
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