A Prismatic Inspection

he Trundled out from the grey felt glasses case, making his way across the parquet toward the morning sunlight spilling by the bay window Right across his path lay an octagonal crystal chandelier pendant that had tumbled from a low side table. Its bevelled glass facets caught the morning beam, scattering sharp, dazzling patches of rainbow across the timber grain. Prisms always gave him pause a sudden jolt against heavy glass might chip its crisp corners or throw his front pony truck out of gauge. Steeling hisquiet resolve, he engaged a slow, steady creep and tapped the crystal facet with his front buffer.