Kick

Josh lay on the floor and put his hands behind him. Keeping his eye on the others, Oliver leaned over and took a turn around Josh’s wrist. He was smiling cheerfully and saying, “After all, dreams aren’t so bad, are they? Why, I remember—”

Josh flipped over and desperately lashed out with his foot.

“Ow!”

His heel caught Oliver in the forehead and knocked him over backward. He dropped the can.