Clear Passage

The polished hallway floor stretched out before me, gleaming like a fresh runway. As I rolled past the entrance rug, I spotted a loose, discarded brass key resting diagonally right in the middle of the main walkway, an unexpected obstacle for anyone stepping inside. Gently easing forward, I pressed my front bumper square against the metal key. With steady traction from all four tires, I carefully slid it across the smooth wooden planks toward the neat skirting board. Now the path is completely open and safe to walk through.