A Gentle Grip

Quiet shadows. Night had arrived. My head tilted slowly, taking in the dim glow around me. Beneath me sat a strange, dark creature with an open mouth, but it stayed still. In my hands rested a small, smooth white figurine. I carefully tightened my fingers around its shoulders, feeling the cool surface press against my palms. I could move. I held the little white figure closer, keeping balance right where I stood.