The Glass Sphere's Shadow

A heavy glass snowglobe was brooding quietly next to a brass desk clock, totally ignoring my morning prowl! Heh-heh! I clambered up the carved table leg, swept my satin cape behind me, and planted both hands against its chilled curved belly. Insolent crystal orb, harboring a tiny frozen village without my dark permission! With a raspy grunt and an audacious backward heave, I couldn't tip it, so I shoved a discarded black domino tile right beneath its brass base. The entire glass dome tilted sideways with a sharp click, trapping an ominous diagonal shadow right across the miniature church steeple! Bow before my crooked realm!