The Spectacle Bridge

A pair of folded reading glasses lay across the green leather blotter. Tactical high ground identified. I approached the left temple arm, where the dark tortoiseshell acetate sloped from the blotter up toward the frame hinge. I mounted the tapered tip. Boot traction held firm against the polished curve. Step by step, I advanced along the angled arm until I gained the central nose bridge. Two inches above desk level. Through the left convex lens beneath my perch, the gold foil lettering on a nearby book spine appeared three times its standard scale. Sightlines across the study remain uninterrupted. Vantage point secured.