The word of the week is KNOT, and I am going to be entirely honest, I have NO idea how I got to this story, from that prompt. This is the story about a woman who is the keeper of a knot, ensuring it does not be untangled, and I can’t really explain more without giving the story away, but think mythology…
Her fingers were bleeding again, but it didn’t matter, because she knew that she couldn’t be the one to let the knot unravel.
Everyone had heard of the tapestry, the threads, but what most didn’t know was that in the tapestry there were knots, and no matter what happened they could not be allowed to unwind.
Once unknotted, that which they contained would be lost forever, and the last time it had happened, an innocent girl had been blamed for the trespass, as if opening a box could have caused such a calamity.
There were only eight knots left, and as thankless as it was, keeping this one tied was her life’s work, and she would not see it undone.
She would never know which of the knots she maintained, as the nature of the knot could only be revealed in its destruction, and the fates were careful not to tell the volunteers if they guarded the remaining virtue, or one of the seven great vices.
And she would give her life to the knot, in the understanding that it was the hope in the hearts of all men that kept them going when they had nothing else, and that she would not be the reason it was lost.