Men with knitting needles

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Dear Friday Fictioneers,
Lately some weird things seem to be going on with Word Press. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been receiving “anonymous” comments that I’m pretty sure are from other Friday Fictioneers. In fact, my own husband’s comments show up as anonymous. So, when you leave a comment you might leave your name. 😉 And a few other comments consistently go to my spam or trash folder. Chances are if you leave a comment that disappears, that’s where it went. Very frustrating.
Shalom,
Rochelle

On that note, here’s my story. If it looks familiar, it’s a rerun from six years ago. 😉
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

THE MANLY ART OF GIVING

The bars clanked behind me. My pulse thudded in my ears.

My first interviewee, a hulk you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley, put me at ease.

“It gives ya peace of mind.” DeShawn looped pink yarn around his sausage-sized fingers. “This gonna be a blanket for my niece.”

Several tough-looking inmates showed off scarves and hats they’d made for inner city kids for Christmas.

“It don’t change what we done, but I hope it makes up for some of the hurt we caused.” DeShawn’s ebony eyes gleamed. “Every strong man should have a pair of knittin’ needles.”