A Flick of the Brim

Bright overhead lights buzzed right above me! My fingers had been stuck doing peace signs forever, but then—pop!—I actually bent my wrist. Whoa! I reached up and gave the hanging cardboard tag on my wide witch hat a quick flick. It swung back and forth, tapping softly against the brim with a tiny, satisfying click. I can move! I chuckled, stepping forward just a little on the tiled floor between the costume racks.