I want to move forward.
I want to move away from where I am now.
In front of me is the world
and behind me is a hole.
I take a step forward and the hole pulls me back.
It wants me to stay forever.
But it isn't safe there.
I take a stronger step and I feel like I am on my way.
Something flies at me from the world.
I duck and look up at the creature.
Its a child.
It is as thin as twigs.
It's face is stained.
The hold pulls and I have no strength.
I fell myself being pulled.
Blackness envelops me as the hole gulps me up.
Goodbye Henrietta.
Thanks for trying.


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