The Coiled Spring

The quiet inside was complete. Slipping beneath the edge of the screen door, I advanced onto the balcony's warm terracotta tiles to survey the perimeter. A wooden clothespin was jammed tight beneath the iron drainage slit, its coiled steel spring locked under tension by a stray twig. I knelt, planted my boots against the masonry, and applied steady leverage against the clasp. The wood gave way with a sharp click, the spring returning instantly to balance. Functional hardware, intact. I set it upright against the glazed planter base, marking this new post.#batman #batmanday #batman