The Pebble Slalom

I vaulted down from the picnic bench beam straight onto the courtyard gravel! Ahead of me lay a curved line of white quartz pebbles half-buried along the flowerbed rim like a tiny obstacle trail. I didn't hesitate—I broke into a full sprint, zigzagging between each rough white stone without slowing down. On the fifth turn, my boot kicked up a spray of loose dirt, throwing me off balance, but I dug in my heels, planted my kunai against a pebble for leverage, and vaulted right through the final gate! Perfect course conquered in record time!