Tree Line - Chapter Nine
Posted by robbneumann on Friday, 2 September 2022Gus whimpered at the door, stopping for a moment to sniff at the air, before he turned his dark, worried eyes to look back at Stacey. The dog cast her a glance full of meaning, full of questions, but the young woman was too engrossed in other things to notice.
Stacey was sitting in the middle of her tent, aiming a kinked and bent thread at the narrow slit at the top of her needle. The needle’s mouth was flat, locked in a tight-lipped, content expression. It seemed determined not to help, but Stacey kept pushing her thread at it, rejected again and again. Too stubborn to give up, Stacey persisted. If Angela could do it, Stacey could, or at least she would try. She would learn.