Open Post.
Vera, still confined to bed, sits propped up on her pillows, sewing. She does not own a great deal of clothing, and as the bodice of one of her few dresses was recently destroyed by a knife entering it several times, it needs replacing.
Her stitches are small and neat, disappearing into the black fabric as she works. Perhaps her familiarity with so domestic a task would seem strange to some who know her, but even a Nihilist must make a living, and Vera has done so as a seamstress at times.
Her stitches are small and neat, disappearing into the black fabric as she works. Perhaps her familiarity with so domestic a task would seem strange to some who know her, but even a Nihilist must make a living, and Vera has done so as a seamstress at times.