The Grooved Marble

I hopped right onto the weathered wooden bench beneath the store's tin awning! Right along a deep grain groove in the timber, a swirling blue-and-yellow glass marble was resting. I leaned forward, took a quick breath—and gave it a jaunty tap with my rounded hand! Whir-r-r! It spun down the wooden track like a tiny roller coaster! When it hit a bumpy knot in the wood, I pivoted playfully on one bouncy foot and blocked the open edge with my side pouch. Click! It bounced softly off my nylon seam and nestled right into a smooth hollow. Catching moving treasures is so thrilling!