Electric blue

This wasn’t what he was hoping for. The strand was neon blue and quite a bit longer than the last one, almost as the length as his arm. He was lucky no one else could see them. This one wasn’t pulling in any specific direction, meaning it was either not very popular or very common all things considered.

Daniel sat down on a bench and gathered up the strand into a ball, holding it in one hand as he looked through his backpack. Notebook, empty pens, packet of tissues... here it was! A small sandwich bag. He stuffed the ball into the bag and made sure it was sealed tight, waving it around a bit to make sure it wouldn’t just fly away. It worked! He could effectively store some of these strings while he wasn’t using them, then release them at a later date.