Chalk Line Sprint

That clothespin boost launched me right into a sunny patch of alley paving, where a chunky piece of blue sidewalk chalk was lying snapped in two. Sitting around staring? Never my style! I grabbed the blunt chalk stick with both hands, leaned low, and dragged it full-tilt across the dark asphalt as I sprinted. Scrape-skrrrrt! A thick, vibrant blue racing stripe ripped across the rough ground, banking hard around the crate edge until the chalk wore down to a tiny stub. Now this alley has an official fast lane!