Dangle Part 2 By Willow
I stared up at the soft velvet rope. It hung just above my forehead, stroking the edges of my hair, breathing in the Winter breeze. I turned and looked behind me checking if there was anyone around, how could I be the only on seeing this I said to myself. I latched tight to the golden ring that was rapped around the rope, I glanced over my shoulder for my final check. Anger rushed through me: who could simply walk away and not know. I had made my decision… “CLICK”!
My heart stopped. My breath trapped. My throat dried. What had I done.
I pulled the rope down again. Daylight. Darkness. This rope was the light switch for all the buildings, lampposts and shops in the city, but how had I never known about this, where had it come from and how long had it been here.
It was never ending, I pulled and pulled and pulled until I had pushed it to hard. I had trapped the city in darkness with no way to turn the light back on. All of a sudden the rope came tumbling down. It was coming right at me, with no way of controlling it. I had made it worse and the only idea I had was to run away and act as if I had nothing to do with it.