Stacy--Part Fifty-Three

Splog # 194

Fifty-Three

 Lane and Stacy both reached out at the same time. As their hands smashed together, the string bobbed upwards and then moved over to Stacy. It dangled about her face and ears and made a circuit of her head. She didn't try to touch it, curious as to what it might be doing. It went around her head again and then crossed to Lane and performed the same exploratory motions. As it dangled around Lane's head, Stacy slowly and quietly moved around the trap door in an effort to surprise it. In a few moments she was standing next to Lane and bringing her arm up casually behind the other girl's back so it would be out of sight. Being shorter than Lane, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to grab for the string unless it circled her completely, as it had done Stacy. When it finally did, Stacy made a wild grab without being able to see what she was aiming for. She brought her fist from behind Lane's back, surprised to see the string rising from it. Both girls got a good grip on it and then held it close to examine it. There was nothing special or interesting about it. It was ordinary white string one would use to tie a parcel or spin a top. They followed it with their eyes, searching for what it must be attached to. It simply disappeared into the strange rainbow hovering over the tree. They both agreed that it seemed to emanate from the blue band of color but couldn't tell what, if any, significance there was in that.

 "Has anything like this happened before/?" asked Stacy.

 "This is a new one on me," Lane replied. "Rainbows on strings."

 "Or strings on rainbows," Stacy offered.

 "Do you want to hold onto it for a minute, while I go get Johnny and see if that's Splog playing his fiddle down below?"

 Stacy just shrugged.

 "Be right back.," Lane  said as she sped down the stairs.

 No sooner was Lane out of sight than the string started drifting back and forth in Stacy's hands. It became less and less taut as though it were unwinding from a spool up in the rainbow and being lowered. From drifting back and forth, it began to make widening circles and as it fell it began to loop around Stacy's hands and arms. As the circles got wider, the string was soon compassing Stacy's whole body and she began to feel nervous.

 "Lane? Johnny?" she called.

 "Lane's checking on Splog," Johnny's voice rose through the trap door. "You okay up there?"

 "Would you come up here?" Stacy asked. "I'm not sure what's going on."

 She heard movement below and then Johnny's head appeared in the trap door. When he saw her, he quickly climbed the rest of the way, But just as quickly, Stacy was hauled off her feet. The string tightened around her and she was hoisted up just high enough so Johnny couldn't reach her. 

 "Lane," Johnny called loudly, both arms extended towards Stacy.

 There had been a moment of painful tightness as the string had lifted Stacy off her feet and gravity had tried pulling her in the opposite direction. But then she was enveloped in a gentle blue haze and the places where the string constricted her body had been somehow cushioned so they no longer felt sharp and tight.