The Bookmark

This was written as an exercise in Writer's Club.  The challenge was to take a random object in the room and make it sound pompous.  Naturally, it was simple for me.

It lay between the crisp pages, the lone bastion against an onslaught of textual chaos and tricksome page numbers.  Unassuming in its simple design, it is nevertheless grand in its intention.  Holding back the tide of information, respite to the weary eye, noble cairn to the lector benevole.  There is no book so great that it cannot be cleaved, hacked asunder and made tame.  Goliath, Dickens, brought low by David, the bookmark.