A Ringing Grip

Pop! I unsealed from the cold bucket and waddled straight through the open doorway of the garden shed. Hanging low from a wooden peg on the tool wall hung an upside-down polished stainless steel garden trowel! Its curved scoop caught the pale morning glare, slick as polished ice. Plop-shuck! I hopped up onto an overturned cedar crate, aligned my stance, and slammed my suction snout flat against the shiny blade! SQUEAK-CLINK! The vacuum locked tight. The suspended trowel swung against a brass wire hanging nearby, setting off a bright, chiming rattle that buzzed straight into my hollow head! I braced my suction feet and swayed with the ringing beat.