The Evening Puzzle

I tiptoed across the smooth coffee table to inspect a sprawling cardboard jigsaw puzzle spread over the dark wood! Sitting all by itself near the rim was a stray piece painted with a fluffy white cloud edge. I planted my shoes firmly, gripped the thick cardboard tab with both plush hands, and eyed the empty slot right near the top horizon. With a careful twist and a firm, flat-palmed press from both thumbs—snick! The piece sank straight into the surrounding grid, locking flush without a single seam. A high, bouncy laugh burst right out of me—the puzzle sky is officially whole and neat for the night!