Rolling the Prize Home

I squeezed back through the crack under the screen door, hauling that slick glass marble with both arms all the way up the curtain folds to our windowsill! My little fox buddy poked his nose out from the green knit sock, his ears twitching as I tumbled onto the painted wood. I lined up my shot, planted my heels, and gave the heavy glass sphere a solid shove with both palms! It clattered across the sill and settled with a satisfying thud right into the hollow between two terracotta pots, catching the soft room light like a tiny fiery ember. I kicked off my sandals, flopped right into the wool beside him, and let out a huge, happy sigh.