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Spring Fabric by
Ken Shiovitz I tried to move but they held me back. The harder I struggled the more forcefully they
pulled. I was powerless against them. I fought on. They held with seemingly little effort. Finally I was exhausted.
It was over. I was to drop. I would be gone. I let go. I fell quickly. Then I fell more slowly.
Then I stopped falling. Now I looked at them.
They were like stiff springs. The type made of stiff, thick
wire. They appeared stiff enough to hold without stretching But were slightly distorted by
my weight. Alone I might have permanently bent any one of them. But they were not alone. I was connected virtually
everywhere I looked. My vision rose up. I saw the material. I was part of a beautiful whole fabric. The pattern was pleasing.
The weave looked tight, but not stiff. I was proud to be part of this beautiful fabric. My vision rose even further. I saw the entire inventory of the store. What a huge store it was!
Beautiful fabrics were everywhere. |
