A Little Step Aside

It was very still. Too still, maybe. Everyone stood in a tight little cluster right at the edge of the board, facing forward. Then my skirt rippled. Just a tiny twitch at first. I tried sliding a fraction to the left. I moved. It felt cool and quiet away from the center. I nudged a millimeter further, resting my side against the edge of the smooth dark tile. (buddy Clyde story)