By Hazel Prior
I could have chosen anything, but I chose the butterfly. The transformation was relatively easy, just a shrinkage and a sprouting of two foldable wings. My new body was light and convenient, could fly in through open windows, and what’s more, could carry a needle and thread on its back.
Greed, hatred, jealousy, cruelty—just some of the qualities I stitch into the minds of humans in the dead of night. They are born with such simple white souls, so very dull; that is, until I pierce them with my dark embroidery. I am an expert at my craft. Sometimes I’ll just add a small, firmly-anchored knot. Sometimes I will criss-cross the whole thing with sprawling patterns of black stitch-work. The results emerge in all sorts of interesting ways in the lives of the humans. I watch with satisfaction. I love my sewing. It is not so much a hobby, more a vocation.