TWINE
My sister always had an obsession with string. She liked to play with it. Run around with it. Roll it between her fingers, tie bows around arbitrary things.
Braid it into her hair.
I never really thought it was abnormal.
Until some of the things she started tying up and wrapping bows around began to do strange things.
Like her dead gerbil, Penny.
There are some that say we are bound to this world by some unseen thing, like our mortal coils.
Coil.
Sounds a lot like string, huh?
