Chalkboard Carnage

A pristine stick of chunky red tailor's chalk was sitting squarely inside an open wooden ledger slot! Too pure! Disgustingly intact! I charged across the scratched veneer, grabbed the red chunk with both hands, and hurled my entire weight into a furious reverse vault! SCRAPE! I drove the blunt edge hard into the dark slate tally board. Screeching mineral friction tore through the silence as a jagged crimson scar slashed diagonally across all their tidy grids! The brittle tip snapped clean off, ricocheting into the empty cubby while red dust puffed across my boots. Glorious disruption carved in red!