Flash Fiction Friday prompt 246: Pinprick Words: 352
'Shi…Sugar!'
Scott flung the fabric into the corner of his room and sucked on his poor finger. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd pricked himself.
Pinpricks were the worst. They hurt so much.
Sighing deeply, he picked up the offending article, threaded the needle again and started over.
He'd stumbled on the tapestry in a back-alley shop on a solo mission and knew he had to have it.
Virgil and Gordon had the monopoly on fabric crafts in their family, was always gifting their crafts to the rest of their family, but Scott had seen this as an opportunity to gift something unique back to Virgil.
He'd holed up in his room with a 'Do Not Disturb' sign up, determined to get this done in one sitting.
The fabric had been painted beautifully, the tapestry he was adding was just highlighting the main area and it did say on the instructions that it should only take 2-3 hours.
Scott was on hour five and had more holes in his fingers than the fabric had…but aha! He'd finished!
He kept the fabric in the frame as directed, applied the backing fabric and the thin wire for hanging, and then wrapped it in the most obnoxious green paper he could find.
Virgil was sitting by the pool, sketchbook in hand, when Scott bounded over to him and thrust an almost neon-green paper-wrapped package. There was the biggest grin on his brother's face and it was infectious.
'Open it!'
'Ok. But why? It's not my birthday?'
'Just because. Open it!'
Scott was fairly vibrating on the spot. Virgil chuckled. His eldest brother loved to give gifts, so he tore the paper off and gasped in delight.
The tapestry was of Thunderbird Two against a painted sunset. It was beautiful, and for a second Virgil was lost for words. But then he launched himself at Scott and enveloped him into a tight hug before dragging Scott up to his room to hang it.
(Later, when Virgil was examining the picture more closely, the tiny spots of red really puzzled him for a bit.)