Spinning Grooves

I hitched a swift ride into town and hopped out of the tote bag straight onto the smooth birch counter of a sunlit record shop! Resting right beside a vintage turntable was an electric-fuchsia 45-rpm vinyl record, its surface practically begging for action. Bracing both hands against the ribbed edge, I rolled the glossy disc across the counter until it wedged firmly upright against a stack of heavyweight album sleeves. The morning sun hit the spiral grooves in a blinding flash of prismatic pink! Caught between retro typography and sleek vinyl ridges, the whole listening station transformed into an instant pop art installation!