A Gleam of Sapphire Glass

Gliding carefully along the polished grain of the bookshelf, I noticed a shallow, white ceramic saucer resting beside a stack of stationery. Within it lay several stray glass beads and an unused brass paperclip. Gathering the sweeping velvet folds of my gown, I reached out and gently tipped a faceted sapphire bead with my index finger. It rolled softly against the curved ceramic rim with a delicate chime, catching a brilliant gleam of afternoon light. I stood admiring its fine craftsmanship, pleased to find such exquisite treasures resting quietly in the open.