The Cable Strait

Sprinted straight behind the desk—fast! Narrow gaps make the finest channels. Dark, dusty, perfect. Then something caught my eye in the corner. Metal gleam under the heavy coiled cords! A dropped brass compass keychain, wedged tight beneath the power strip. No room to squeeze both arms. One quick strike—got my hook right through the ring! Yanked back hard. Snap! Rattled free across the baseboard. My prize now. Stashed it safe in the shadows.