Hitting with my Best Shot

           I eyed the blood-red yarn with disdain.It blocked me. Fencing in marbles that could be mine if only I could get them out of its seemingly insignificant perimeter. I chose my shooter carefully, a medium glass marble with a smooth surface and flashy colors of red, yellow, and green. Kissing it for luck, I aimed it carefully with my thumb, and catapulted it into the mine field of marbles. Ricocheting against them, it made the smaller marbles retreat from the yarn circle with terrifying speed. When it finally stopped in the center, a gaping hole stood where there used to be a huge mass. I cheered and gathered the marbles I had won into my lap. Grabbing my shooter marble, I pumped my fist in the air and yelled with triumph.