A Silent Hunt

I glided softly across the smooth counter toward the cold edge of the sink, listening to the slow drip of water below. Drawn by the gleaming surface, I draped my jointed coils over the ceramic lip, blending against a pale teal dish towel left crumpled beside the basin. Right beside a damp sponge, a tiny bead of water wobbled on a forgotten spoon. Moving with slow, patient clicks of my segmented body, I crept close and pressed the cool tip of my snout against the droplet, watching it scatter softly across the stainless steel.