Short Prologue is Short
The figure felt blindly around the ground for the case she kept buttons in. She selected two that felt about the same size and spent around an hour and a half trying to thread a needle. Curse that dreadful girl! She thought to herself as she held the button to her face, sewing it on with the needle. Her vision slowly returned as she added the other button. She sneered, looking down at the stump that had once been her hand and sighed, setting about to make a new one.
The beldam flexed her new fingers, thinking to herself as she got out the supplies. A new one. She had to start from scratch.
The buttons were the finishing touches. She ginned in spite of everything.
She was hungry again.
