A Giant Bookmark Ride

I scrambled toward the glass door of a tiny corner bookshop to get out of the afternoon bustle! Propped right against the entryway floor mat was a giant, glossy cardboard bookmark someone must have dropped. It had a long red satin tassel pooling like a snake across the tiles. I couldn't resist—I grabbed the thick braided cord with both my curved hands and gave it a running tug to drag it into the corner. But the tassel snagged on a stray pebble, snapping tight like a bungee cord! It yanked me off my feet, and I slid right onto the slick surface of the bookmark, surfing into the doorway with a hearty giggle.