Knots

Why am I still not somewhere else? she wondered.

She had been stuck in the same place for so long.

Her chances of rising were fading, like the balloon she was tied to — slowly losing air.

Far away, the other wondered,

Why do I feel this tug, as if someone is trying to pull me away from where I belong?

Neither knew the full story.

Each was tied to opposite ends of a single thread —

One anchored for support,

The other drifting with the balloon.