Spinning Gold

A tiny glint caught my eye under the edge of the low shoe bench—a dropped metal key ring, standing half-propped against a sneaker sole. Perfect. I darted right under, flicked it with my foot, and set it spinning wildly on the slick floorboards. It whistled as it whirled in a gleaming metallic blur! I crouched low, watching each rotation tighten until it gave one final chatter and clattered flat. Talk about great motion. Now that it was stopped, I rolled it right into the shadow beneath the bench so it wouldn't get kicked.