The Rope that held

A Paragraph or two about a Holding onto something, from anothers point of view.

There was a little old rope holding tightly to the dock and the harbors large posts. For years and years it held on tight through blizzard and hurricane alike; never faltering in its grasp.

One day a girl, blooming into a beautiful young adult, stopped before the rope on her way to school. Every day, ever since she could remember, she had passed that rope, the same one every time; the rope growing older just like she. She looked at its shaggy strong arms, and its tight grasp on its job and spoke to it.

 "Dear rope, why do you hold on so tightly, never faltering even in you age. You don't know much about what you hold on to had to do, do you? So how come you hold so tightly every year? How do you do it, dear rope?"

And with a minute of collection of her thoughts she pressed on. Leaving the rope to hold, ever more, ever, more.

Author's Note

Its a short little story i came up with, with the intention of using it as an analogy... the Rope doesn't really give her a straight answer, maybe it did, and maybe ill find out one day....

Reviews

[Lexi Nicole]

Cute :) There a few typos here and there, but I think this is a really awesome little story. It's really well written, and I feel like different readers can draw different conclusions about what the rope and the girl might mean to them. Nice work ^^