The Golden Coin Roll

I spotted a shiny rim peeking out from beneath the edge of the hallway runner. Someone dropped a heavy brass coin! I dug my boots into the floorboards, wedged both gloved hands under the reeded edge, and gave a mighty heave. Pop! It slid free, catching the morning light like a genuine treasure. I couldn't resist a test roll—I set it upright along the wood grain and gave it a solid forward shove with my palm. It hummed down the hall in a bright golden blur, wobbling into a tightening spiral before clattering flat against the wood. That's one solid prize uncovered to kick off the day!