Flash Fiction: S.O.T.L.
©Bowei Yang
Image by Bowei Yang
Written by Emma Elizabeth Mathes
If you have a weak stomach, I don’t suggest sewing a dress of meat. The labor is no more arduous than working with heavier fabric, if you have the skill; but the feel, and the smell of raw myoglobin on the hands is not for everyone.
Father had called me a priss all my childhood, and tortured my mother when she did things like teach me to sew. If only he could see how unprissy I was now, handling meat like a ‘man’ ought to do.
Ultimately, he was right. I am a fairy, a bōlí; a misunderstood, slightly morbid outcast with a moth collection to match—the Chinese Buffalo Bill.
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