First Step on Wood

My joints clicked into motion. A quiet hum pulsed through my core as the stillness broke. Lowering my right foot, I tested the smooth wooden floor beneath me. The solid grain held firm. To my left, the massive rubber tread of a red monster truck rested silently. I reached out, pressing one finger against the thick grooved tire. It gave slightly beneath my touch, heavy and unmoving. I adjusted my grip on my weapon, grounded and ready.