[crich70]

Here you go:

She sat in her one room apt. above the theater knitting a sweater. The smell of fresh popcorn wafted in the window on the afternoon breeze along with the sounds of laughing children. She loved saturday matinee's with their deluge of children eager for the magic show of a darkened screening room. Memory led her back to when she had taken Joseph and Susan to such events. She dropped a stitch. It had cost her under $1.00 for admission for the three of them plus popcorn and soda. Such times were long gone now. Sue was a nurse in Boston and Joseph, Joseph had died in a war half way round the world. She dropped a stitch. Time was short. Joseph would be home from school soon. She dropped a stich. Outside the sun slowly set. She dropped a stitch. The sweater would never be finished. She'd dropped a stitch.