sister

Sister

Modeling- Zbrush

D

ead crows hung by their spindly feet from the curtain rod above the sink. Moth-marred drapes were stapled in to block the wind. The glass was broken up and scattered over the coffee table alongside pots of paint, Jolly Ranchers, and horse hair brushes

Repurposing

Bits and Pieces

“We, Sister”

T

here were three of them, one for each of us when we first started the coven in middle school.

“W

ell, the decor’s certainly… nostalgic.” Millie drew each syllable with astounding insincerity.

B

ri elbowed her in the non-existent boob. We talked about this.

Sparse Corporal

Characterization

S

omething in Cathy stretched and snapped when we moved away, leaving her adrift until Millie came home after college.

O

ur voices became stories, became laughter, became gentle murmurs into ears. Stories we left and lost hummed like hymnals through time.

Collective Identity

W

hen Millie translated the ritual the night before we graduated high school, she did not know what it meant. She said it would make us a sisterhood, a bond stronger than flesh, bones, and guts.

Collective

Character

C

andlelight twitched and sputtered as Millie butchered a dead tongue “to bind, we sister, we give, to sister,

we bind,

sister,

we.”

W

e opened our eyes for the first time as if we always were.

S

ister.