Based off a starter prompt from a friend, "The rope was drawn so tight that when I pulled it with a half-crooked index finger, it snapped back with a low vibrated tone." 100 word drabble. Don't own, never will.

D.R.

The rope was drawn so tight that when I pulled it with a half-crooked index finger, it snapped back with a low vibrated tone. Still, it couldn't be good enough. I didn't want it to be good enough, because if it was good enough then that would mean that I would have to leave El Dorado forever. I didn't want to leave. I wasn't ready and I wasn't entirely sure if I ever would be. What did I have back in Spain? Tulio would have Chel and all the gold he could ever want, and I… I would have Altivo.