A Little Twist

Standing stiffly held up by a clear plastic clip behind my waist, I suddenly felt a strange warmth tingling all the way to my knuckles. I gave my right wrist a cautious twist, and it turned smoothly with a soft, satisfying click. Grinning, I gently reached back with my right hand and tapped the transparent support arm holding me up. It was cold and sturdy, but I was definitely the one making the moves now.