It was one of those old houses that still enclose the aroma of another time as if carefully locked inside to transfer you there.
She loved these places. It made her feel like entering a time capsule and travelling back through the ages.
A woman once lived here who knew how to spin wool for yarn. It was a quality skill to possess, and she probably made a living out of it.
Now, many aren’t even able to recognise what this wooden spinning wheel even does.
It’s a dangerous thing to forget our past; it blinds us to our future.
Also part of Friday Fictioneers