A Straight Line on the Shelf

The low door of a nearby garden shed stood cracked open by a breeze. I tumbled four deliberate quarter-turns across the gravel, passing through the gap onto a dry wooden floorboard. In the corner leaned an old pine shelf holding a discarded box of flat metal plant markers. I took my time, testing each one. Shifting my weight steadily, I pushed three zinc markers until their rectangular stems lined up edge-to-edge against a wooden riser. The clean, straight border mirrored my flat side. I settled into the quiet corner. so toxic yddar is friendly toxic yddar is cool @raddydasprunkiboi