copper wire - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing

Tyler is just staring, staring and twisting the copper wire around his fingers. In the brilliant summer sunlight it shines in that way that is too brown to be gold, but too golden to be bronze. It wraps around his still child-sized fingers like liquorice but instead of springing away like rubbery candy it holds its shape. He pulls the new coils from each finger but instead of showing me with glee like he would have done only last month his face remains passive in a way that unnerves me. It isn't right that was lost Tina, she would have been two in a couple of days, I've cried all I can for my precious belle, but now I have to think of my son. Somehow he has to survive this and he needs more than a shell of a mother to do so...

In the barely lit tunnel hemmed in by the perfect arching sandstone walls there is something almost gleaming ahead. It isn't giving out light, more like it catches it at certain angles and reflects a brownish red hue. Steven laughs, "It's art! Look, it's just copper wire bent in flowers and spirals." But Gabby isn't convinced and her tone is brusque as ever.

"Stand back." She shines her beam high and low, near and into the distance, then she stands, grim faced. No-one says anything, this for the most part is how Gabby always looks. "There's a power source ahead, small but high tech, it's no AA battery." We all take a step backwards from the pretty copper wire, it's as beautiful as a samurai sword and just as deadly.