Georgina works in a shop that sells dance apparel and makeup that glitters like dew on a birthday morning. She’s an Egyptian goddess reincarnated into human form. It does not concern her that her face is plain and her expressions wire together like telephone poles. When the shop’s empty she changes shape, curling fabric and needle into embroidery. Material sighs as she pulls out a skein the colour of her lips. She weaves fibres like a deity, not an angry being that smites from the pages of a book but a delicate essence who accepts unconditionally. Her fingers run through the locks of her creation and explain, ‘we will provide’.
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