Transformation

The silver needle shone, light shining through the opening at the top, glittering around the smooth roundness that tapered down to the end, glancing with sharp brilliance off the sharp point. A black thread slips through the hole, and white fingers slide down its length, smoothing it down. The thread is wound around one of the fingers, then rolled off with two more, and pulled into a knot. The needle and thread are covered by a shadow, then pulled though into the light again, until the knot is tight against the white of the cloth. The thread and needle are pulled in and out, under and up, catching a few threads. A knot forms, and the tip of the needle, guided by the fingers, tease questioningly at the tangle, and then with a few pulls, straighten the thread again. The blackness of the thread renews the grey lines of memory, turning an old shirt into a thing of beauty.