Chapter 5 Segment 5 of the Sentient She Shed
Lila didn’t lead. She didn’t follow.
She stood.
With the mice. Not above. Not apart. Together.
The tapestry glowed—not in celebration, but in recognition. A new thread shimmered into place, curving gently around the others.
The bell rang once. The flash drive hummed. The room held its breath.
She wasn’t just part of the story anymore.
She was helping shape it.
Not with loud declarations. Not with perfect plans. Just by showing up—with her questions, her ideas, her quiet courage.
And that was enough.
Prompt for readers:
What story are you helping shape just by showing up?
Even if your voice is small. Even if your thread is quiet. It matters.