The Seamstress, by girlchild
Title: The Seamstress
Rating: G
Word count: 175
Notes: For the MTO challenge: sarahtheboring's request for a drabble about Anthy's pink dress of freedom.
It's just a bubble in the amber of life, a place for trapped wings that long to beat again. It's a skill as unconscious to her hands as coaxing roses to bloom, a knowledge that seems native to her fingers.
It's the careful language of needle, thread, and cloth. Her stitches are slow, so dainty and small they can hardly be seen.
She purchased the fabric long ago, but it seems new every time she takes out her sewing kit. The idea of a dress is a distant longing and the cloth feels almost too precious for her to touch. But only almost.
Every month she rips out the seams, carefully cuts the buttons off, and starts over.
The cloth is not the shame-stain of red, that angry belt welt beading blood at the edges. It is not the incongruous green and white of her school uniform, all colors that her brother chose.
It is the color of a first spring. It is the clean color of simplicity, the color of a brand new girl.
Rating: G
Word count: 175
Notes: For the MTO challenge: sarahtheboring's request for a drabble about Anthy's pink dress of freedom.
It's just a bubble in the amber of life, a place for trapped wings that long to beat again. It's a skill as unconscious to her hands as coaxing roses to bloom, a knowledge that seems native to her fingers.
It's the careful language of needle, thread, and cloth. Her stitches are slow, so dainty and small they can hardly be seen.
She purchased the fabric long ago, but it seems new every time she takes out her sewing kit. The idea of a dress is a distant longing and the cloth feels almost too precious for her to touch. But only almost.
Every month she rips out the seams, carefully cuts the buttons off, and starts over.
The cloth is not the shame-stain of red, that angry belt welt beading blood at the edges. It is not the incongruous green and white of her school uniform, all colors that her brother chose.
It is the color of a first spring. It is the clean color of simplicity, the color of a brand new girl.