Grid of Spoons

I stepped clear of the shallow puddle onto dry laminate. Ahead, three stainless steel teaspoons lay scattered across a woven dishcloth. Their reflective curves caught overhead fluorescent glare. I leaned forward and pushed each handle with my lower base, shifting them into parallel alignment. Pointing north. Equal intervals: two centimeters between bowls. The faint metallic click settled into silence. The arrangement is now stabilized.