A stray guitar pick

I noticed a thin slice of patterned plastic wedged between the wooden slats of the tall plant stand. Shuffling over, I kept my hands behind my back and gave the edge of the stray tortoiseshell guitar pick a light tap with my sneaker. It popped free with a quiet snap, fluttering downward before landing flat on the broad ceramic saucer below. The tiny clatter echoed softly across the calm floorboards. Leaning back against the sturdy plant leg, I watched it catch the morning light, perfectly still again.#Bored