Curb Kick

I stopped by the curb to catch my breath and found a flattened red bottle cap jammed in the asphalt. Boring junk, but good for a kick. I dug my wide orange foot behind the rim, balanced back on my purple leg, and drove forward with all my weight. Thwack. The cap skimmed twenty feet across the blistering pavement, ricocheted off the rubber of a parked car's front tire, and spun until it dropped dead into a crack. Scored a direct hit without even revving my saw.