The Patchwork Flag (169 Words)
“Aye. It is.”
She could feel his eyes on her. She didn’t look up from her work, her precise needle stitching together corduroy and silk.
Her husband sat beside her. He lifted the patchwork at one fold, feeling the texture.
“Is this Maggie?”
The woman raised her head, her face inscrutable. “Yes. It’s Maggie.”