Pins and needles by Nick Green
Upon the moonlit doorstep sat a small girl selling pins. ‘A penny, you say?’ ‘Please m’m. Penny a packet.’ The Lady dropped a shilling in the little girl’s lap. She took the wrap of paper in her glove and hurried home, where she tossed the pins into a drawer. Soon to bed, she lay awake a long while, troubled by a tingling in her fingers. Though she tried rubbing them, then warming her hand under the pillow, the tingling grew ever more fierce, till it was like pins and needles jabbing through her palm. After many fretful hours, the Lady slept. Next evening the Lady passed that way again. The dark doorway seemed to be empty. Then a familiar voice piped up behind her. ...