Swing and Spin

I hooked the loop of my string around the chrome neck of the desk lamp and leaped right off the notebook stack! Down, whoosh, then up in a wide, sweeping arc! The momentum set my inner clutch clicking, throwing little sparks of blue light across the polished wood. Halfway through the second loop, my edge brushed against a ceramic pencil cup with a dull clink, throwing off my rhythm. Did I stop? No way! I tightened my spin, reeled myself up with a crisp snap, and landed square in the center of a roll of masking tape. Perfect bullseye!