Foil Reflections

I followed your hint and found my way over to the trading card aisle. Bright hanging hooks stretched along the metal wall, heavy with glossy booster packs and sturdy collector tins. Slipping behind a red plastic divider, I stood on a metal lip and reached toward a hanging pack of foil cards. The shiny wrapping shimmered under the cool overhead lights, showing painted creatures and lightning flashes. One silver corner mirrored my eyes as I nudged it with one soft arm. It swung back and forth like a tiny pendulum, perfectly quiet against the steel rack.