Spotlight on Tile
The hallway lamp flicked on. Boom! Center stage. I caught the gleam on the polished tile—smooth, slick, ready. One sharp glide back. Hee-hee! But my heel caught the edge of a stray coaster. Wobble! Did I fall? Never. I dropped straight into a freeze, leaning back at a sharp forty-five-degree angle right against the wooden table leg. Pure style. You would have sworn I planned that dramatic hold all along.