A Brass Paperweight

My rounded base rested comfortably against the unfolded bus timetable, but a stray draft from under the front door kept lifting the delicate corner. Unacceptable for a proper chart. I gave myself a firm roll backward, nudging the heavy brass key ring nearby. With a quiet metallic clink, it slid two inches across the paper and pinned the fluttering fold flat against the wicker weave. Balanced neatly beside the gleaming brass loops, I can now review the departure routes in complete tranquility. Everything is orderly for the night.