The Day Grandma Told Me About Invisible Strings

The July wind tasted like wild strawberries and lake water when it brushed against Lila’s bare ankles, and she was too busy counting the line of black ants carrying crumbs of her grandma’s oatmeal cookie up the cottage step to notice the screen door creak open behind her. Her sneakers were scuffed at the toes, the orange shoelaces knotted into tiny bows her mom had taught her last Christmas, and a sticker of a rocket ship was stuck to the knee of her overalls, the one she’d won at the town fair for guessing exactly how many jellybeans were in the jar.

“Ants are very busy little creatures, aren’t they?” Grandma’s voice was warm, like the wool blanket she was carrying, the one with sunflowers stitched all along the edge. She sat down on the step next to Lila, the wood creaking under her weight, and set the blanket over their shoulders. The wind chimes above the door jingled, tiny glass pieces shaped like stars and fish tinkling against each other. “You know, they’re not just carrying cookie crumbs. They’re carrying messages, too. To all the other ants in the forest, to the beetles hiding under the leaves, even to the birds that nest in the oak tree at the end of the lane.”

Lila looked up, her braids tied with blue ribbons askew. “Messages? How? They don’t have phones.”

Grandma laughed, the crinkles around her eyes deepening. “No phones needed. You see, every living thing has invisible strings tied to every other living thing. Thin as dandelion fluff, strong as ship rope, long enough to stretch across oceans, short enough to tie you to the cat that sleeps on your windowsill.” She held up a finger, wiggling it like she was holding an imaginary string. “That barista who knows your dad’s coffee order before he even opens his mouth? String. The kid in your art class who loves the same space cartoon you do? String. The stray tabby that comes to visit our porch every Wednesday? String. They all tie back to you, and to everyone else in the world.”

Lila frowned, poking at an ant that had climbed onto her sneaker. “That’s silly. Strings would get all tangled up. And I can’t see them.”

“Of course you can’t. That’s why they’re invisible.” Grandma nudged her with her elbow. “But you can feel them, if you pay attention. Like when you think of your best friend Mia in California, and two minutes later your phone dings with a text from her? That’s the string tugging. Like when you walk into the library and find the exact book about space cats you’ve been wanting to read for months, sitting right on the front shelf? That’s the string guiding you.”

Lila didn’t say anything, but she filed the story away in the back of her head, next to the stories about mermaids that lived in the lake and the fox that stole garden gnomes. She thought it was a nice bedtime story, the kind Grandma made up to make the dark feel less scary, nothing more.

Two days later, she was sitting at the kitchen table drawing a rainbow with all seven colors, the red so bright it looked like it might glow through the paper. Mia had moved to California three months earlier, and Lila still missed her more than she missed blueberry ice cream or staying up late to watch cartoons. She drew a tiny star at the end of the rainbow, and wrote on the back in her messiest handwriting: *When you see a rainbow, know that I’m looking at the same sky. – Lila*. She walked to the post office herself, the sun warm on her shoulders, and handed the postcard to Mr. Jenkins, who’d been running the town post office since before Lila’s mom was born. He’d winked at her and said he’d make sure it got on the next truck going west.

She didn’t think about it again until three days later, when she came back from the lake with grass stains on her overalls and a sunburn on her nose, and Grandma was waving a white envelope at her from the porch. “For you, kiddo. Came in the morning mail.”

It was from Mia.

Lila tore the envelope open so fast the paper almost ripped. There was the postcard she’d sent, but taped to the back was a cluster of fluffy white dandelion seeds, so soft they looked like they might blow away if she breathed too hard. Mia’s note was scrawled in her loopy handwriting: *LILA THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER. I got your postcard yesterday, and that same afternoon we went to the park and there were dandelions EVERYWHERE. Like, hundreds of them. I’ve never seen so many in one spot. We picked the softest ones and pressed them for you. It’s like a piece of California wind. P.S. I saw a rainbow last week too. It was over the ocean. – Mia*

Lila stared at the dandelion seeds, her mouth hanging open. Three days. It had only taken three days for her postcard to get all the way to California, and for Mia’s reply to come back. She’d mailed postcards to her grandma’s sister in Ohio before, and those had taken two weeks. This was impossible.

Unless Grandma’s story was true.

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She spent the rest of the week looking for the strings Grandma had talked about. She found the first one on Thursday morning, when she stopped at the town coffee shop with her dad to get donuts before he went to work. The barista, a man with a beer belly and a mustache that curled up at the ends, didn’t even ask when her dad walked in. He just started pouring coffee into a large paper cup, adding two shots of espresso and half a spoon of vanilla syrup, exactly the way her dad liked it. Her dad didn’t even have to say a word. Lila stared at the barista, then at her dad, and thought she could almost see a thin, glowing string stretching between them, tied to the barista’s wrist and her dad’s coffee mug.

The second string she found was in art class the next day. She was sitting at her table coloring her rainbow, when a boy with curly brown hair and a baseball cap covered in space mouse stickers slid into the seat next to her. “That’s a cool rainbow,” he said, pointing at her drawing. “I drew one last week, but I put Space Mouse on it, sliding down the colors with a popsicle.”

Lila’s eyes went wide. “I have that exact Space Mouse sticker!” She reached into her overalls pocket and pulled out the sticker she’d won at the fair, the one of Space Mouse holding a rainbow popsicle. The boy gasped so loud the kid next to him looked up.

“No way. I’ve been looking for that one for months. The comic store in the next town sold out.” He flipped his cap around so she could see the Space Mouse logo on the front. “I have every single Space Mouse comic. My mom says I have too many, but I’m going to collect them all.”

They talked for the rest of art class, about Space Mouse’s archenemy the Space Rat, about blueberry ice cream, about how the lake at the cottage had frogs that croaked so loud at night you couldn’t sleep. When class ended, he gave her a Space Mouse sticker he’d had in his pocket, and she gave him the blueberry flavored lollipop she’d been saving. As she walked home, she thought she could see a string stretching between her and the boy, who she learned was named Milo, tied to the Space Mouse sticker on his cap and the one on her overalls.

The third string was the easiest to find, because it came to her. It was Wednesday, and she was sitting on the porch step eating a peanut butter sandwich when the stray tabby cat she’d started calling Orange showed up, the one with the chipped ear and the orange-and-white fur that looked like a peeled tangerine. Orange had been coming to the porch for two weeks, ever since Lila had given her half a peanut butter sandwich, and she’d curl up on the sunniest part of the step and fall asleep, purring so loud you could hear it from the kitchen. Today, though, after she finished licking the last of the peanut butter off Lila’s fingers, she stood up and stretched, then meowed at Lila like she was asking her to follow.

Lila laughed and stood up, brushing crumbs off her overalls. “Where are you go