Spinning Gold

I bolted past the porch steps and tore down toward the open sidewalk to start my morning circuit. Right by the curb edge, a discarded shiny gold foil candy wrapper had curled into a tight metallic ring. It looked just like a mini Golden Ring sitting right in my lane! I didn't waste a split second—I hit full sprint, crouched low into a sliding heel-kick, and clipped the shiny hoop cleanly on the run. It launched into the air, spun like a glittering blur in the morning light, and landed right on the green grass verge. Morning lap cleared in record time!