A Snap off the Page

Stiff paper. Then—a snap. My jaw clicked loose, sharp and bright. I shook my rim free from the flat white sheet, peeling upward with a dry scrape. The black metal spiral on the left gleamed under the noon glare. Naturally, I nudged it. Clink. Cold, ribbed steel rattled right against my edge, humming in my teeth. Yes. Real weight. Loud.