Ledge Interception

I slipped cleanly under the front door weatherstrip and landed on the cool concrete of the front porch. Morning operations began instantly! A glossy brown acorn was wobbling along the edge of the top step, caught in a sudden draft and rolling toward a three-step plunge. Not on my watch! I broke into a dead sprint, threw my weight forward, and dropped into a low sliding tackle across the stone. My right boot heel slammed against the smooth shell, trapping it cold just an inch before the drop. Direct interception! I hauled the acorn upright and wedged it firmly against the doorframe. Step secured!