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Invisible Lines of Attraction

Story ID:6987
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Caldwell Idaho USA
Year:2011
Person:My Love
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I stacked my plastic building blocks over a bobby pin, those little plastic or metal
hair clips that have been popular since the 1920’s. In the years of my childhood, they
were made of metal.

In those days, my friends and I learned to bend them backward and fasten one
end over the other. It created a little wire loop at the end. If pushed, the bobby pin
snapped open and stung the skin of the friends we pushed them against. I remember
being snapped many times. It was cruel and painful prank.

The blocks were stacked around this hair-pin trigger of metal. My plastic men,
collected from cereal boxes, surrounded the blocks – an army of soldiers ready to battle.

I reached into my toy box and pulled out a magnet. It was big and had strong
magnetic power. My dad brought it home. It must have been part of some equipment
at his plant.

I waved the heavy magnet over the stack of blocks. The bobby pin lifted from the
blocks, sprung open and sailed through the air toward the magnet. In the process, the
blocks exploded in all directions and knocked the plastic men across the room. A squeal
of surprise and delight escaped my lips.

Magic! Magnetism was magic. Invisible lines of power lifted the bobby pin and
held it to the face of the magnet.

Many years later, I stood in an airport and met my wonderful wife, Ginny, for the
first time. We stared at each other and then were in each other’s arms.

We were like the magnet and the bobby pin. She sits beside me seven years
later. We are inseparable. Love and magnetism – the invisible lines of attraction that hold
two bodies together.

Michael T. Smith