Jenny’s Gifts
A fairytale in Glasgow, 2023
The first one wasn’t made accidentally. No, Jenny meant to crochet a wee toy for the new baby, the wean that was so soft and tender. Babies like shiny things, don’t they? And so Jenny had gone in search of a shiny yarn. But maybe finding the shop had been accidental?
“This shop,” one woman said, when she’d asked in the town. The woman pointed to a small door that belonged to a narrow shop in a small close, a shop so narrow that it was almost lost between its larger neighbors, a confectioner and a weaver. The dull black color made the door invisible from any distance, but Jenny followed the woman’s gesture into the close and found the door, and the shop. She hesitated when she saw no handle to the door, only a knocker, metal but painted the same black as the door and therefore just as difficult to see; but she wanted shiny yarn, she’d been asking in the town all morning for shiny yarn, and this was the only place she had been assured of finding it. She lifted the knocker and brought it down firmly.
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