False Alarm · Soft Web

the snare you braced for loosened into strands that simply remembered you.

we named the tremor danger. it sighed back, no trap. the silk only asked to share the weight for a night.

she traced the air with soft assurances. they arrived clipped, careful, shy as dawn light at a hospital curtain.

you stayed, long enough to feel the threads slacken. long enough to admit the future could hold without clenching.