Knit, purl, knit, purl, knit… Even the knitting pens sounds annoyed. “I don’t understand these kids anymore,” she said to herself angrily. “You shouldn’t announce that kind of things on Facebook.” On her knitting pens hangs the beginning of a little red sweater. The color as a protest, to provoke the same emotion they gave her. Forget baby white. She looks up from her knitting, seeing two people in the distance, holding hands as they walked towards her. The left figure raises her hands and waves. O crap, they’re here.

Her hand feels warm in his. Maybe it’s because his are ice cold, just like his heart right now. He warned her about this. Hadn’t he made it perfectly clear that two is enough? Weren’t they happy the way they are now? A third would make everything so complicated. And putting it on Facebook without talking about it with him first, is just… it’s just….He is so angry, I can’t even find the words. Tears swell up. He looks away. In the distance, he sees her mother sitting on a bench overlooking the park. He discovers a red spot on her lap. Squinting his eyes, he zooms in on it. Seriously? She’s knitting? Already?

She had never thought her Facebook post would trigger so many reactions. In fact, she had been hesitating to share it. “I mean, wasn’t it obvious? And even more importantly, what was the use?” she wondered. She still couldn’t understand why posting this nonsense would help creating awareness for breast cancer. Wouldn’t it be better to organize a sponsored run, or a bake sale or something? From a far, she recognizes her mother. It’s funny how posture and gestures can identify a person, even from this far away. Then she spots something red between her mother’s hands.

When she stands next to her mother, she looks down on her mother’s annoyed frown. She steals a glance at that thunderstorm face of her husband. “You can unravel the sweater, mom. It was just a hoax.”

Day 9 Writing 101 prompt:  man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene with 3 points of view: the man, the woman, the old woman.