don’t
I spun the wheel even though it had a sign that said “don’t.”
I’m sorry.
In my defense, it didn’t say “don’t spin” or even “don’t turn.”
It just said “don’t” which isn’t terribly specific.
And it was there with its vague warning all wheel-shaped with curved spokes looking like it was supposed to be spun, like it wanted to be spinning and like remaining static was all wrong for it and so I gave it a twirl.
I didn’t think anything would happen, really.
I thought the wheel would spin for a bit and that would be that.
But once it started spinning it just kept going.
The letters of the “don’t” sign turned into an illegible blur.
I can’t figure out how to make it stop.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.