A Rolling Spool

A wooden thread spool rested beside the woven rug. I lowered myself... slowly... onto the cool floorboards. With one long claw, I gave its rim a patient tap. It rolled. A hollow rattle traveled across the grain until it tapped the white baseboard and rested. I waited in the quiet. Then, reaching forward, I guided it back across the floor with my other hand. Back and forth... an unhurried circle.