She gazed off into the distance, her fingers moving automatically while her mind drifted.
Life was so varied. There were so many things people could do. So many things she had never done and never would. She had never sailed any oceans; never travelled to distant lands.
She glanced across at her sisters, seemingly content to continue as they were. Day after day, year after year, unchanging. The same task, unending. She sighed. She wondered what it would be like to change jobs for just a day, to do the task of one of her sisters instead of her own. To measure instead, or even wield the scissors. She would suggest it, but she knew what their answer would be.
She dropped the spindle, twisted the thread. Another life began; one that would be shorter and yet far more interesting than her own.
© Kari Fay