Domino Disaster

I was looking for a decent nighttime barricade when I ran into a line of thick vintage paperbacks leaning sideways like drunken soldiers. The gap between two leather-bound monsters looked like prime sniper territory, so I tried wedging an unsharpened red crayon underneath as an improvised kickstand. Terrible physics lesson! The instant my shoulder braced against the cover, the entire row groaned and pitched forward in a sluggish, dusty domino collapse. I had to scramble backward, ducking under a giant falling spine, and ended up pinned beneath a hefty floral bookmark with silky purple fringe draped across my mask. Fortifications destroyed, but the dramatic ambush vibe was magnificent.