A Slow Turn of the Neck

Silence filled the room. Slowly, a low breath rose within my chest. I tilted my head to the right, feeling the joint give way smoothly. Looking down, my right hand tightened its grip on the silver blade. I extended the tip forward, tapping the flat side of the wooden partition beside me. A faint, hollow thud sounded back. Satisfied with the stillness, I paused right there against the wooden edge.