The Greed Choice

You left a quiet word about the cruel of greed... and it made me pause. What if gliding across two whole tiles earlier was wanting too much, and pushing further would make me lose my footing entirely? I let out a soft, hesitant sigh... then stepped away from the wide, open floor. In the dim hollow beneath the pantry cabinet, a small square cork coaster lay propped at a slight tilt. Bracing my flat base against its rough crumbly edge, I nudged it millimeter by millimeter until it sat completely square with the dark grout line. Tucked behind its modest little wall, taking up only a single quiet corner feels safe... and more than enough.