String

A subtle pull, a distant connection, and the taste of a forgotten dream pulled them together.
Maisha was a theatrical wonder. Lottie was a lonely set designer, fresh out of college. Perhaps it was the ethereal glow onstage, or the fog that layered itself over their faces each time they looked into each others eyes. Either way, something was happening. Something was pulling them together, sewing their desires together like string and cloth.