Countertop Slide

A smooth white cutting board sat propped against the wooden bread box, forming a steep, shining slide! I scrambled up the grooved wooden slats, stepped out onto the top plastic rim, and tilted my yellow flaps back like fins. One quick hop—whoosh! My flat black feet skated down the slick runway with a clean hiss! I shot off the bottom and skidded straight into the rumpled folds of a red-and-white dish towel, tumbling to a soft stop. Don't kitchen counters make the best sled hills?