"That depends on the spinner." The moths on her dress seemed to quiver with realistic vibration when she spoke. Her voice was dry and fragile and as she spoke her mouth barely even moved. She sat completely still in her chair and then said, still virtually motionless, "Would you like to give one a try?"
Tom nodded and before he could finish, the rotation of the tops became less precise. Each one began to oscillate back and forth as the revolutions slowed. Slower and slower each one spun, until the colors on each top stopped blurring together and Tom could identify the color palates on each one. One was blue and green, green like a frog in a field and blue like the sea on a sunny day. Another was red with long orange stripes. A third was made up of a spectrum of shades of grey, ranging from a light slate to nearly black.