short fiction · 2026-10-18

The Loom of Waiting

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet attic, Mira left the warp threads dangling from the unfinished loom, each loose end a question she refused to answer. Days passed, dust settled on the suspended fibers, and the room grew still with the weight of what was not said. When she finally reached for a thread and gave it a gentle tug, the whole cloth shivered, revealing a pattern that had been forming in the silence—truth emerging not from force, but from the patience of letting things hang.