A Calculated Balance

My joints clicked into motion. I took a deliberate breath, surveying the perimeter of the flat grey surface. To my right sat a coin and a miniature camera mounted on a tripod. I stepped forward methodically to examine the apparatus, but misjudged my footing and bumped the tripod leg with my boot. It wobbled precariously. Before it could topple, I extended my arm and caught the tiny frame firmly with my fingers, steadying it in place.