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[Allusions to death/dying]

Snip, snip, snip. I’m becoming something new. I was a bolt of fabric, long and wonderful and wrapped many times around myself, hugging my own form. I had once been thread, a multitude of threads, and maybe even something else before that, but who can be expected to remember that far? Those threads were stretched tight and woven one over the other, again and again. Woven so tightly I became a taut impenetrable thing, not a hole to be seen. But now, I’m learning I am not as indestructible as I had thought. For one snap of those sharp knife-jaws and I am torn asunder. One could be worried at such a development. Perhaps I should be worried, but it has never been in my nature to let things get me down. 

Maybe it was that great long hug that I had given myself for so long that fortified me enough to let this thing happen and remain unworried. Whatever the reason, I am glad for it. For in my patience and courage I have found myself formed into a new shape. I have been cut away from the rest of my great length and now I am a number of much smaller pieces. The pieces come together with more thread, this time stitching my halves together. Gentle but deft hands work to make me what I am. I have some adornments added, including beautiful metal buttons. They hook into holes along my long straps at the top. I don’t have the right words for what my new shape might be, so I will call it leggy-half-top. 

I am folded up and tossed into a box with a number of similar-looking designs that are made from that same bolt of fabric that I was once, but am no longer. Our threads have been severed, but I feel cozy with them stacked all around me. I don’t see light again for a long time. Then my box-house is upturned and I, along with my twin designs that are not me but were once me, tumble out onto a chair. We are hung up in a tidy row inside a room whose walls are lined with other colorful items. This place is important, for it is here that I meet my people. A tall person and a small person are exploring the room, running their hands along the other designs that hang on the walls. The small one jumps excitedly when the tall one pulls me from my rack and holds me up. I learn my name then. Overalls. I may still privately call myself leggy-half-top.

The tall person and the small person bring me to their home, and I have a tiny and lovely new room where I hang next to soft, vibrant creations in a rainbow of colors. It becomes clear that the small person is to be my best friend and I hers, for she and I spend more time together than any of my companions who reside in my room with me. Sometimes I am kept so busy with the small person that I don’t see my room for long stretches of time. I have frequently been tossed on my floor-bed at nighttime only to be put to use again the following day. This is where the tall person comes in. She is a great curator and care-taker of all of the lovely items that live with me in the tiny room. 

We are a great team, the three of us. For my part, I keep the small person warm and mostly dry (except when she jumps us into puddles or goes sloshing through the stream). The small person is my adventure-gifter, taking me along on every great new exploration. And certainly, any adventurer worth their salt is bound to get some scuffs on the knees or dirt on their cuffs. That’s where the tall person comes in. She’s always washing both of us off, the small person and me. Now I will say that the small person’s washing does seem to be a bit more pleasant than my own. She sits in a white tub with water and bubbles and toy boats. From my vantage point on the floor, it certainly looks fun. My washing happens inside a large, dark machine. Usually I’m thrown in with other garments. I am proud to say, I am always the filthiest. My first trip through this machine was traumatic, but I aim to be upbeat and I am used to it now. It’s all part of our adventure lifestyle. Get messy, get clean, repeat.

Today the small person cries. We’ve fallen off of her bike. She has a scraped knee, but what really has her upset is that I am injured too, a hole scratched right through my tough thread. It doesn’t hurt me, just feels a bit more breezy than usual. The tall person knows just what to do, taking a yellow thread to the hole. She patches me up so that where there was once a hole, there is now a cheery flower. Oh, it suits me well. So much so that the next time a hole appears (snagged on the nail of a fence the small person had jumped over), we are both rather excited to see what the tall one will create to fix it. This time it’s a blue butterfly. 

My small person and I go on many adventures and I wear every new patch that the tall person sews like a badge of honor. Each one snatching a moment of memory and fastening it permanently to me. Each one a reminder that something broken can be transformed into something beautiful. 

The tall one said today that I may be getting too small. A perplexing claim, since I am the same size that I have always been. Though, now that it has been brought to my attention, I have to wonder if I have been shrinking in size without noticing. It does seem like I am covering less of the small one’s legs than I once did. Where I had once rested myself neatly just atop her red sneakers, now I find myself inching closer to those always-scuffed knees. Where I was once buttoned at the hole midway up my blue strap, now I am fastened at the hole closest to the end to accommodate the small person’s shoulders. I am not worried. I have been with my small person for so long. We are endless friends.

I am always learning a new adventure lesson. Today I am learning that even things that feel endless may eventually end. As it turns out, it is not me who is getting smaller. No, my small person has been growing taller. There soon comes a day when we no longer fit together. She cannot get the buttons and straps to connect, despite a valiant effort on her part. She lays me down on her bed and we stare at each other for a long while. I am hung back in my tiny room. This is where I stay for quite a time. Then eventually I am placed in a well-sealed box with some of my roommates to keep me company. We stay this way for so long. I try not to mind. I try to enjoy my rest. I was so busy for so long that a rest is a good thing. That’s what I tell myself.

Then, as suddenly as the confinement began, it is finished. The lid is pried off and it’s like sunrise after a long restful night. And my friend, my person, is here. Except she is no longer small. She is tall. And now there are two small versions of her. Through some great trick, she has duplicated herself. Twice. The two small ones are not exact replicas. They are each different in their own way. One is slightly bigger than the other, and it is with this slightly bigger one that I now belong.

With this new small person I learn many things. She adventures differently than my first small person, even though she looks so much like her. She creates. She is always finding ways to make new things out of old things. She makes designs with leaves and sticks. She makes animals from clay. And she paints almost every day. Day by day I am decorated with new splatters of paint until I am a speckled rainbow.

Just like before, there comes a day when my small person grows too tall to fit within my embrace. This time, I am not put into a box, I simply change rooms. The smaller person has grown and is ready to be my friend, though she does require my cuffs to be rolled up three times. She adventures much like my first friend, always running and splashing and making messes. She uses all of my pockets to collect things. The front one is for jellybeans. Like before, my small person grows. I am placed into a bag with other designs and change hands with another tall person.

This next small person is always using her fingers to play a large musical instrument. When she is in busy, overwhelming places she rubs my embroidered patches. Her music is beautiful.

My next small person keeps a magic pen in my pocket always. It can help her breathe if something makes her breathing stop. Even though I am curious to learn how the magic works, I am happy we never need to use it.

On and on I go, from one small friend to another. I have many adventures. I hear and see and do many beautiful things. My final adventure with my last small person is a camping trip. I am hung on a clothesline, but after so much wear I am less weighty than I had once been and I blow away in the wind. I am sorry to leave my friend. But I know all of the signs and we would have had to part soon anyway. I fly for a moment and it feels grand. Then I land among the fallen leaves. My new home. A place to rest.

Leaves and debris pile upon me and now I lay in the ground. I have lived many lifetimes, been precious to many small people. My patches have patches upon them, and even those have been worn through. My days with the small people were not endless. They grew until they outgrew. But they are part of me, their memories etched into my form, keeping me company. No, our days were not endless, but our joy is. That joy sustains me now, as I am buried in the ground. It’s wrapped all around me like an embrace. So I make the dirt my cozy resting place and it reminds me of long hugs and scuffed knees and mud pies. It harkens back to that time before I was thread, and only now do I really remember, when I was a wisp of a plant, blowing in the wind.

May 14, 2022 00:32

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129 comments

L.C. Schäfer
19:51 Jun 15, 2022

Oh! That last line just stitches it all together for me ❤

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Avery Mossop
02:13 Jul 06, 2022

:) thanks for reading!

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Jenna Wredt
20:30 Jun 14, 2022

I really like the way approached this prompt, and took on the perspective of the clothing item its self. I have to say the beginning especially is masterful as the garmet is actually taken from thread to a final product that we would see in the store. Well done.

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Cj Souza
03:15 Jun 13, 2022

Congrats! What an amazing imagination and I enjoy that you bring us into this with the perfect amount of detail!

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Avery Mossop
02:24 Jul 06, 2022

Thanks so much for reading! :) I appreciate your comment because I often find it hard to judge if I’ve got too much or not enough detail.

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15:28 Jun 12, 2022

On another level with this one :) I wasn't sure where it was going at first; but as it was revealed, I became delighted to find out how the adventure unfolded for the overalls. I love the perspective and personality of the overalls and the way you gave them life. The washing machine part was brilliant :) I love that the overalls got to experience so many relationships and then when they were ready to rest, it was in a comfy place and they weren't scared at all. Well done and well deserved :)

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Avery Mossop
02:25 Jul 06, 2022

Thanks so much! :) I also really loved the personality, it made it so fun to write!

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Eliza H
03:46 Jun 10, 2022

This is gorgeous.

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Avery Mossop
02:25 Jul 06, 2022

Thank you! :)

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Scott Tibbs
20:09 May 31, 2022

Ahh! The life of a pair of overalls. Who knew? LOL I enjoyed reading this story, it is well-crafted and imaginative. Nice work!

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Avery Mossop
02:26 Jul 06, 2022

Thank you! :)

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S Gabriel
19:51 May 31, 2022

Beautifully, beautifully written. Your imagery is breathtaking; I can picture each season of the fabric's "life". I am a quilter but never in a million years would I have thought to conjure a story from a fabric's viewpoint. So very creative. Congratulations on your win; very well deserved.

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Avery Mossop
02:35 Jul 06, 2022

Thanks so much! I make quilts too! And every once in a while I wonder about the ones I’ve given away. I know one at least has become a beach blanket. :)

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Vj Hamilton
22:02 May 27, 2022

I love this unusual point of view! Thank you for a great story!

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Avery Mossop
02:35 Jul 06, 2022

Thank you for reading it! :)

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Chris Morris
14:33 May 27, 2022

This is a unique story. Congratulations on the win - I remember coming over to read this and it had 0 like 0 comments! Then I didn't have time all week to read it, finally sat down now, and 112 likes and 108 comments later it was worth the wait to read this worthy winner. Well done.

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Avery Mossop
02:36 Jul 06, 2022

Thanks so much for taking the time to read it! :)

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12:30 May 27, 2022

WOW! I really like how you use personification to put the overalls in a first-person thingy. You stunned me with the first sentence " Snip, snip, snip. I’m becoming something new. I was a bolt of fabric, long and wonderful, and wrapped many times around myself, hugging my own form. " I thought you were talking about a person but no it was OVERALLS. I would love to read more of your stories. Don't Forget My name cuz I might just comment on every story you make in the future.

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Avery Mossop
02:37 Jul 06, 2022

Thanks so much for reading! :)

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Mark Sheehan
00:19 May 26, 2022

This story is a cracker. Well done. First story too. I really like that it ends at beginning (the reference to the 'wisp of a plant' in the last sentence) with the promise of renewal.

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Avery Mossop
00:09 May 27, 2022

Thanks so much!

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Debra Tracey
14:46 May 25, 2022

So beautiful! Made me cry. Well done. xx

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Avery Mossop
00:09 May 27, 2022

Thanks so much for reading and for sharing your thoughts!!

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Jaime Reed
03:04 May 25, 2022

I love this story!! This could definitely be animated! Congratulations!!

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Avery Mossop
00:11 May 27, 2022

Thanks so much! It would certainly be fun to have a visual accompaniment!

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Hailey Gaar
01:16 May 25, 2022

Beautiful story!

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Avery Mossop
00:11 May 27, 2022

Thank you!

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Scott Tibbs
23:49 May 23, 2022

I enjoyed reading this story; I found it very well-executed. I liked the structure of your story; it has a nice rhythm that flows well. And even better, it was your first story and it won 1st Place. Congratulations! I've just sent my first one in, I hope it does well.

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Avery Mossop
00:13 May 27, 2022

Thanks for reading and for your comment! Good luck with your submission! :)

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Adam Blanchard
18:07 May 23, 2022

I'm reading this in school during english class and i've never seen personification so profound. Amazing job with this story, i personally loved it:)

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Avery Mossop
00:13 May 27, 2022

Thank you! That’s so kind! :)

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Kevin Broccoli
16:25 May 23, 2022

This was really heartfelt and lovely. I felt like there were so many opportunities to let the reader bring themselves to the story.

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Avery Mossop
00:15 May 27, 2022

Thank you! I appreciate your comment, as I hoped people might be able to see something of themselves in the story! :)

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Kim W. Storch
14:42 May 23, 2022

Is it ok that I shed a tear or 2 over overalls, aka leggy-half-top? This was such a beautiful piece. I could picture every child. I loved every word!

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Avery Mossop
00:16 May 27, 2022

Thank you so much for sharing your kind thoughts! I’m so happy you liked it!

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J.C. Lovero
02:07 May 23, 2022

Such a lovely story. You've been on my TBR list, and I'm so glad I stopped by! Always enjoy stories from the perspective of a non-human, whether an animal or an inanimate object. You did such a nice job with the overall's characterization, like a sidekick on every little heroine's adventures! Congrats on the win, and welcome to Reedsy! Well-deserved.

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Avery Mossop
00:18 May 27, 2022

Wow, I’ve been on someone’s TBR list!? That feels wild! Thanks so much for reading and sharing your thoughts! :)

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Faith Ogedegbe
11:22 May 22, 2022

Congratulations! Avery. You're worth the win.

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Avery Mossop
23:43 May 22, 2022

Thank you!

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