Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Making a Difference

Flitting through the shadows like prayers in a mist, she descended between threads with an adept twist of the wrist. As speed was rewarded by faster progress, she slowly abandoned care.

The mayor's commands and speeches wrung in her ear, but she knew better.

The thread!

The one, the lowliest, the brightest was piercing to look at, but there was no stopping. She fell hard against the bottom, snapping every thread in her ugly descent.

But the reverberations of that one, lovely thread was the worst of it all. Without it, the other threads began folding on top of her.

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