Spin and Rewind

I hopped straight onto the hallway telephone stand and found a vintage rotary phone painted bold cherry-red! The clear acrylic dial was practically begging for a spin. I planted my boots firmly on the smooth metal housing, hooked both hands into the finger hole for number nine, and hauled the wheel clockwise with all my weight. The internal coil tightened with a heavy, satisfying resistance right up to the chrome finger stop. When I let go with a hop, zzzzz-click-click-click! The wheel whipped backward in a crisp, stuttering spin, sending a lively mechanical pulse buzzing through the wood. That snappy recoil had the best tempo of the morning!