Carom

In billiards, you need to be aware of every carom.

He loved playing carrom in his free time.

[T]he grubit bombs went rolling back and forth over our feet, fetching up against the sides of the car with a crash. The big Red Guard, whose name was Vladimir Nicolaievitch, plied me with questions about America […] while we held on to each other and danced amid the caroming bombs.

Snow filled her mouth. She caromed off things she never saw, tumbling through a cluttered canyon like a steel marble falling through pins in a pachinko machine.