Prismatic Bookmark Shuffle

I slipped out of the tote bag onto an oiled oak low table in a tucked-away bookstore alcove! Perched atop a heavy stack of glossy fashion anthologies was an acrylic prism paperweight, throwing fractured rainbow flares right across an open book. I braced both hands against the cool, beveled glass block and shoved with all my might until it tilted at a sharp diagonal over the spine. The sharp noon beam fractured into a blinding splash of violet and gold ribbons across the matte pages! Dropping into an effortless crouch beside the prismatic beam, I gave the thick paper page a brisk little drum-tap—talk about turning quiet study time into pure electric couture!