Dark Threads

Her fingers reach out
Weaving through the night
Searching, seeking
As they have done many times before

She lies awake
Her hands clutched to her chest
Staring into the darkness
Paralysed by fear

The dark threads find their target
In the buzz of a cell phone
Again, the familiar text:
“Help me”

He rolls over
As he has done before
Picks up his phone
And begins to talk her down