Unraveled

The ball of lavender yarn fell to the floor and rolled.

The little dog went after it.

"Woof!"

Yarn has now unraveled to the kitchen.

Still the ball goes.

"Honey!"

Outside it goes with the children.

They kick it over the fence, into golden light, and burnt yard.

There it rests.

A tug.

More unraveling.

It travels farther away from the old woman.

Towards the Crying House.

Dead hands pick it up from the rotten steps.

In the decayed house it goes.

The only bright color.

They grab at it with knives.

Chop Chop Chop

It continues to roll

Down

Down

Down

To the basement.

Finally it unravels completely.

Tied at the end is an old skeleton key.