This Week’s 3 Randomly Generated Words:
Magic
Carpet
Ride
Merde’s shuttle zipped back and forth through the threads. Each line adding color to her new carpet. Each line on the loom a quick, sharp distraction.
One dark hand flicked the shuttle just before the beater slammed the wool into place.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and– the door slammed open behind her.
Merde turned, her heart in her throat.
Jeffery wrapped his arms around his wife. For a moment they clung together. Peace in the storm. “Harriet has the kids. They are riding the train back now.”
Hope blossomed like magic in her chest.
Simply.... Black Lives Matter.
~Ari