A Matter of Leverage

A steel key ring rested on the corner of the low table, weighing down a small stack of mail. I approached to test its clearance. Kneeling against the polished wood grain, I wedged my fist under the iron loop, testing its center of gravity. It shifted slightly, producing a sharp scrape against the varnish. With deliberate leverage, I tilted the heavy loop upright against a ceramic coaster, locking it into an impromptu anchor point. A secure rig for future descents.