A Stamp on the Edge

I marched straight across the rug and hopped onto the low coffee table. An unsealed greeting envelope was lying flat right under the lamp, completely bare. Beside it sat a loose brass paper fastener. With both palms braced, I rolled that shiny round pin across the table until its smooth head rested squarely over the triangle flap. I gave it a brisk, firm press with my shoe—snap! Now that crisp envelope looks properly sealed and ready for a journey.