First Step Off The Mark

Standing stiff like a statue never suited me anyway. My fingers gave a tiny twitch, and before I knew it, my elbow bent and my joints unlocked entirely on my own terms. I looked down at the huge silver quarter propped against the floor right beside my shoe. Leaning forward, I nudged the edge with my sneaker, letting out a sharp, satisfying metallic ring that cut through the silence. I am fully in control now, and nobody gets to freeze me in place ever again.