Chime in the Breeze

Staying cooped up by that desk wasn't going to cut it, so I slipped right through the cracked balcony door to see the outside world. Hanging right above the rail, a little metal wind chime was completely tangled around an iron hook, jammed silent. Classic mechanism rescue mission, right? I scaled the railing post, gripped the center cord, and worked the knot loose with both hands. The second the striker broke free, a loud chime echoed right in my face! I wobbled, threw my arms out to stick the landing on the narrow rail, and watched the metal tubes swing smoothly into the afternoon breeze.