the way I had come.
With a final heave on the chain, it rolls of the cushy square, and leaves it’s hole; then, it almost flies through the air with
me.
I was having more fun than I ever had up on my chair.
The human goes underground and clambers into a metal beast.
I feel the chain growing shorter.
Though it does not move, the line I hold is quickly growing shorter and stronger, the length coming together, the chains
tightening the hold on the human before me. The chain no longer seems to be weighing him down, but instead holding him
up.
It took longer to get back to the short one than it was for me to get to the tall one.
Doors open, we’re out of the metal beast. The creature moves, and is above in the air; flying once more down a road.
Pulling out a small black thing and speaks into it, in a low voice.
A higher pitched voice responds back.
It rounds a corner.
The chain snaps out of my hand with a force I could never muster.
The human walks forward, as though being pulled by the red chain to the other end.
Creatures and strings surround the short one, but only the chain is straight. The two linked by the red chain come closer, and the chain quivers with warmth.
I need a name for this warmth.
My chair on air does not seem inviting, but I return, so I may find another red string.
I settle in my chair and look down on the humans.
I picked out the perfect name for the feeli