Marking the Asphalt

A blank concrete driveway was practically begging for a touch of madness! Stalking past the garden edge, I kicked a forgotten chunk of electric-blue sidewalk chalk right out of the dry grass. Perfect ammunition. I seized the thick stub with both gloved hands, dropped to one knee, and dragged it savagely against the rough stone slab. Skreeeech! The chalk squealed in sweet agony, pulverizing into brilliant powder as I carved a massive, jagged grinning mouth across the pavement. I stomped my boot heel into the dust to seal the deal. Now every walking audience member knows whose turf they're stepping on!