Chalk Bolt

My sneakers hit the sidewalk pavement on a dead sprint, and my eyes locked onto pure street art fuel: a fat, blunt stick of neon-pink sidewalk chalk rolling in the gutter! You think I'm doodling hopscotch squares? Zero chance! I hoisted that heavy chalk cylinder upright, jammed both sneakers behind its flat base, and put my whole frame into a driving shove. Skrrrr-chalk! It ground hard against the rough black asphalt, laying down a thick, powdery lightning bolt that practically screams against the curb. Stepped back, wiped chalk dust off my palms, and grinned at the freshest morning tag on the block!