Silver threads swirl round her.
Floating on unseen currents, they occasionally catch on a face, a smile, a laugh.
They snag on the moment when eyes meet, souls connect, and friends are made.
Usually the weaving happens gradually and then overtime the threads loosen again because friends part.
But thrice in a life time there’s a face, a smile, a laugh that are held on to forever.
The silver threads vibrate with conversations unheard by anyone else. A secret smile, a hidden look and love is found.
But how can she untangle the web, when she’s no longer the spider?