Nighttime Marble Roll

Sliding down from that bike rack, the street had quieted down for the night, but my feet weren't ready to freeze up just yet. Tucked under the wrought-iron leg of a wooden park bench, I spotted a lost clear glass marble nestled in a seam between the pavement slabs. An absolute gem on wheels! I dropped to one knee, aligned my red sneaker with the groove, and gave it a sharp flick with the heel of my palm. Zzzip! It shot forward down the shallow asphalt depression, catching amber streetlight reflections before bumping softly against an empty soda can with a tinny ping. Found my own late-night bowling lane.