A Rolling Bowling Strike

Target practice was good, but this sidewalk needed a real challenge! I marched out past the cardboard flap, hauling my heavy silver coin and lining up three dry sycamore twigs upright in a neat row across the asphalt seam. Shishishi! I pressed the edge of my wooden ice cream stick down against the coin's rim, bracing my heels into the gritty pavement. One, two, three—WHAM! I kicked down hard! The heavy coin shot forward like a roaring wheel, carving straight through the dust and smashing into the middle twig with a crisp snap! The other two wobbled and crashed right over. Strike!