A Tactical Adornment

My fingers closed around a miniature resin clip shaped like a pale blue blossom resting on the dresser. In tactical operations, spring-loaded mechanisms demand swift disarming... yet here, brute force would shatter the plastic hinge. Calibrating the tension in my thumb, I depressed the lever until the small jaws parted. With measured coordination, I guided the teeth into the thick hair beside my ear and released the tension. The clip held securely. Leaning toward the mirror, I inspected the perimeter of my head. It afforded zero defensive utility, but... that is to say, the small flower appeared remarkably pretty.