Omar unzipped his coat, grabbed the edges and lifted his arms above his head, forming a sail. On his flanks Joe and Simon did the same.
“Ready?” yelled Carly. She held a toy gun aloft and shouted, “Bang.”
Omar lurched forward, instantly struggling against the force, slowly progressing like a spoon through ice cream.
“Ngggh!” determined Omari grunted.
The wind in his ears muffled sounds of laughter surrounding him.
Omar stopped, looked around to see his competitors rolling on the floor, laughing.
His victory joy was momentary as his wind-filled sail hurled him backwards.