Green Flag on the Bedspread

Click! My front axles twitched, and sudden grip kicked through all four tires. I was lined up side by side with two other cars on a wide, rumpled sheet. No countdown needed—I nudged forward. My bumper bumped lightly against the yellow racer right beside me. Solid, real contact! The fabric wrinkled beneath my wheels, holding firm traction. I pulled up half an inch ahead into the lead and locked my stance, ready for whatever track lay ahead.