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Sheer Panic
I love beading, I love making gifts and jewelry to sell. I had a project in progress, beading a bracelet, but I ran out of thread a few thousand times and in the process of cutting another piece, mislaid my needle;
Alarmed, frantically searching,
I had every horrid scenario going through my mind.
What if I stepped on the thing and it went through my toe? My cat could step on it and it could get lodged in her leg bone; it was certainly thin enough; my god, what if she ate the thing! How would they get the needle out of her?
I’m breathing heavily now, flashlight in one hand and a magnet in the other, scraping it across the carpet. Even worse, I had a picture of myself falling on the thing; geez, it went straight into my eye; there goes that expensive implant!
Outright, panting, sweating, in complete panic now;
I can’t find it; what do I do? In the time it takes to get the vacuum; it could end up inside of my cat! Settling myself on the brink of a panicked pulmonary incident; I stand up from the floor and there, on the table...my eyes met that pesky needle; right where I’d left it when I pulled out that last bit of thread...well, now I’m too stressed to finish...no focus.
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M. L. Kiser
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