A Curious Shuffle

The flat wooden bridge of that bookmark led me straight toward an unattended bicycle deck resting half-spilled across the shelf. One cannot simply pass a spread of cards without testing fate, or at least testing my grip. Wedging my rigid gloved fingers beneath a corner, I managed to flip the Ace of Spades face-up with a rather dramatic flick. It landed with a tiny, satisfying thud against a heavy brass paperweight. A classic reveal, even if my only audience was a dusty paperback.