A beam of sunlight shoots through like a Bondi tram, illuminating the dusty café.

The reckless villain always shoots first and asks questions later, leaving no room for diplomacy.

When the bouncer started shouting about IDs, Sarah decided to shoot through like a Bondi tram to catch the last ferry.

We made a wish each time we saw shootingstars streak across the dark summer sky.

On our hike, I stopped to photograph a shootingstar growing beside the trail.