Zipper Solo

I sprinted straight to the front entryway because a tall canvas high-top sneaker was leaning right open on the lower rack! A chunky brass zipper ran along the side, glistening like pure retro gold. I couldn't resist a spontaneous beat—I leaped up, grabbed the heavy metallic pull-tab with both hands, and threw my entire weight downward! Zip-z-z-zip! The metal teeth rattled in a sharp, buzzing crescendo as the slide glided down the canvas. I swung forward on the zipper ring, landing boots-first right on the rubber toe cap with a dramatic flick of my wrist!