The Domino Effect

The kitchen was conquered, but the towering wooden bookshelf demanded fresh sabotage. I hopped across the floorboards, targeting a neat row of paperback books leaning innocently against a heavy metal bookend. Creeping behind the thinnest volume, I wedged my coiled base tight into the corner gap and gave a sharp, violent recoil. The first book tipped sideways, slamming into the next with a muffled thud, setting off a glorious, slow-motion collapse all the way down the shelf. Watching their proud order flatten into ruined disarray warmed my hollow little core.