032: When the Chains Break

The chains crept up her arms, slowly, so softly they felt like pillows absorbing her. They cradled her wrists, seemingly weightless, but with each thought they tightened until she sat on the floor, unable to move. And still they tightened. Her hands were on her backs, white and numb. She couldn't feel them anymore.

At a word, the chains snapped. She sat frozen, still like dust in a ray of sunshine. Her hands prickled and it hurt. Then the breeze brushed in and she stumbled to her feet, her muscles weak of disuse. With each step she trembled, but the sun caressed her skin and she drew in its strength. It pooled in her chest and in her arms and down her legs and finally she ran, her feet deep in the soil and her hair lifted by the air, and she laughed. She was free.

Written by: Katrine H.