They notice but are too afraid to ask….
They notice the pieces of her life that make up her personality. The occasional parts of her that show through to reveal unfaded memories with fresh cotton pieces. The stitches mostly neat but sometimes rushed in the attempt to hide her suffering.
They look on and wonder, asking themselves questions. Will she start to unravel? How complex and how many layers? Will the stains of blood and tears fade? If someone falls into her arms will she tear apart?
They all know one thing – her quilt is a myriad of detail. Those unmentioned patches, darns, stitches and seams – are her. All of her in every thread.
In reading when facts are stranger than fiction part of me said there was a springboard I could use from Jo’s work so I gave it a try for a written work.