A Slender Bridge to Cross

A narrow gap between the desk blotter and a glazed ceramic tray blocked my way forward. Rather than turning back, I spotted an enameled vintage metal fountain pen resting nearby. Bracing my heels against the heavy leather edge, I shoved the pen forward until its polished barrel bridged the chasm with a solid click. I carefully balanced across the sleek metal, admiring how the deep teal lacquer matched the undertones of my scarf. Every good investigator needs a sturdy crossing, wouldn't you agree?