A Reflective Prism

Night deepened along the brick foundation, shrouding the garden in heavy shadow. Near the foot of the spigot, a shattered fragment of clear glass lay buried in the damp gravel. Using the lower tine of my trident, I pried the thick shard loose from the packed grit. When tilted beneath the weak patio sconce, its beveled edge fractured the dim beam into a crisp bar of crimson and indigo across the masonry. I wedged the glass upright into a hairline mortar seam, establishing a permanent optical beacon over this dark sector. #DCComics #DC #TheDrowned(BryceWayne)