A Flick of the Wrist

Silence. Absolute silence... or is it? What makes a shadow decide to move? I felt the tightness in my gloved fingers first, a sudden prickle of intent. Slowly, with measured patience, I tilted the plastic prop in my grip. A faint dull tap sounded as the tip touched against the wooden surface behind me. It echoed, crisp and real. I paused, tilting my head slightly to take in the dim warmth of the room. I am here... watching, and ready.