A Square Stamp

A fallen wooden stamp lay tipped on its side beneath the desk edge... its rubber base showed a crisp square grid. I waited at a distance until the room settled into complete silence. Deliberately, I crept forward and nudged the heavy wooden handle with my plush forehead. It rolled upright with a solid, hollow thud, landing squarely upon an open notepad. The square rubber face stamped a faint black checked outline into the center of the lined page. I leaned back into the shade of the desk leg, watching the neat pattern hold still.