Clear the Path

Stalked past the desk into the open floor. Big red book fell from shelf, blocking corner passage. Thick cover. Heavy pages. Walked up. Planted both feet flat. Hands pressed against the thick spine. Shoved with shoulders... grunted. Book slid slowly across polished hardwood. Stopped against the skirting board. Path clear now. Stepped past into quiet shadow behind the armchair. Good space to sit.