A Shiny Key Tag Chicane

A dropped brass key ring was lying flat on the smooth linoleum, anchored by a thick, transparent acrylic tag cut like a glittering gemstone! The afternoon light hit the facets, casting crisp geometric reflections across my lane. I didn't slow down for a second. Locking my steering at a sharp rake, I flicked into a sudden drift, nudging the edge of the brass ring just enough to spin it into a slow pivot without tangling my axles. I carved a spotless circle around the prism, watching the rainbow glare dance off my hood scoop before snapping to a halt.