Stitched Together: An Audio Drama Short

There we go. Hey Grandma, have you seen my seam ripper? Oh Cindy, I just pulled some cookies out of the oven. Wanna sit down and have some cookies and milk with me? No thanks. Sometimes I wonder how two people so different live together. Grandma, she's the type to stay home wrapped in a blanket watching Wheel of Fortune. And I'm always looking for the next adventure. We do have one thing in common though. When I was just a little girl, she taught me a special power. Now you just hold the needle up. Oopsie, the little eye. Ow, my finger! Well, poke the thread in that needle's eye. Show it who's boss. Take that needle! Thanks to Grandma, I always had a needle in one hand and a thread in the other. I had the ability to create whatever I could imagine. While Grandma puts her sewing skills to use in her Tuesday night quilting circle. Look at this, Mabel. You'll never get a stitch like this with a machine. I prefer a little more excitement. Come on, everybody! Charge! I really need my seam ripper. It was in my sewing kit and now it's gone. Oh, are you doing your LARPing thing today? It's LARPing, Grandma? That's live-action role-playing for the uninitiated. We dress up in costumes, have fake battles, pretend things are a little more like a story than real life. That's nice, sweetie. So have you seen it? Oh, I don't think so. Are you sure one of your friends didn't borrow it at your quilting club last night? I mean, I'm pretty sure Margaret has some kind of shoplifting record. Well, she's retired, dear. So you haven't seen it anywhere? Sorry, sweetie. Can I borrow yours? Well, I'm afraid I lent it to Margaret last night and, well, she's still borrowing it. Of course. How am I supposed to repurpose my neck ruff into a hat without it? Why change it at all? It's beautiful. I have to have that hat. It's going to carry the secret messages I'm carrying in the Revolutionary War. Well, why don't we just pick up a new one? I guess. Can I borrow the keys? Of course. Here. Can I go with you? No, I got this. I just hate to get a new one. A seam ripper isn't exactly something you need more than one of. Until you lose it. Yeah, well, thanks, Grandma. Guess I'm off to the craft store. I suppose I'll just do a little cleaning then. Grandma, I'm home. Where's that ruff? Don't tell me Margaret got to it first. You're back. Hey, Grandma. Have you seen that neck ruff? Oh, yes. It's right here. I was just... Most of the stitches are ripped. Here. What? My seam ripper! You're joking! Now I have two of them! The vacuum almost ate it. It was under the recliner. I guess someone used it during quilting club after all. Well, I better get going. On a time crunch here. Do you mind if I finish removing the stitches? Uh, sure. There. All ready. I thought you didn't approve of destroying work. I know that you're going to create something equally beautiful with it. Thanks, Grandma. You wanna keep that stitch ripper? I mean, no offense to Margaret, but you're never gonna see yours again. Uh, Grandma? Yes, dear? Would you like to help me work on my hat? I'm so glad you asked.