#support:lene

[laflorenata]

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Harvest moon | Not accepting

     Volunteer work, while not required by the university, always looked more attractive and it helped the community just a little. The dance club had signed up to do needlework with the elderly, mostly as a way to spend time and keep them company. For a dance team, she finds it a bit odd that they wouldn’t simply perform a routine if it was cheap entertainment the organization wanted from them. Appeal to the targeted audience and all that, so embroidery and knitting it was. However, the girl still found it hard to focus or attempt at making her own neat, it felt as if every stitch woven took a year off her lifespan. 

     “Lene.” She nudges the girl beside her. She wanted to try and dip out of the home, but felt eyes on them from all around. So, she might as well make light of the situation. 

     “This kind of looks like a leaf, right?” She holds up the hoop, a giant ball of orange, red, and yellow with messy long and short lines of floss woven (or attempted so) through it. Whoever created those aesthetic embroidery hoops of flowers and bikes had the patience and hand of a saint. Or maybe they had a lot of time on their hands. Laughter erupts from her as she admired her own mess.

     “On second thought, maybe I should say it’s abstract.”