A Tap in the Shadows

Silence held the corridor in a dramatic grip. Then, a sudden spark stirred beneath my brim! My stiff wooden cane gave a slight twitch. I leaned forward, testing the strange, thrumming vitality flowing into my joints. With calculated theatrical poise, I brought the curved top of my cane softly against the dark handle of the white cabinet door—*clack*. The sharp little echo was absolute magic. I froze right there, savoring my very first performance in the quiet dark.