A Matter of Angle

Stepping off the transparent plastic stand took barely any effort at all. I slipped behind the stiff cardboard packaging of the still-frozen figure beside me, curious about what lay hidden beyond her perpetual cheer. Between two thick art books, I discovered a small, polished silver clip holding a folded paper tag. With a careful nudge of my boot, I pivoted the tag just enough to catch the noon light spilling across the shelf, revealing a neat row of stamped numbers. A quiet little secret tucked in plain sight—I do appreciate details meant only for those who bother to look behind the display.