"Day of Stones"
I polished the stone on the inside of my hoodie sleeve. It was a plain stone, gray and flat. Just like all the rest of the rocks here on the river bank.
I skipped it across the water – plink plink plink. Three skips, just like my dad showed me how to when I was small. He had held my arm out and showed me how to move it just right. “You want to skim it across the water, son. Skim it.”
“Like skim milk?”
My father had laughed and ruffled my hair. “No, like skimming across the water. If you do it right, the stone will just glide across the surface.”
My dad loved to skip the stones across the river. Too bad that a stone was the only thing that represented him now. The stone that had his name on it.
I looked up to the empty, gray sky.
My father would have loved a day like today.
It was a day of stones.
I like it, sort of. It's not the worst thing I've written. Until tomorrow!
I love One Minute Writer :D I haven't used it in sometime.
ReplyDeletePretty solid little piece you've got there. The dialogue is paticularly good - it flows rather naturally.
It's great!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked the piece. :) It seems like dialogue is a strong point of mine.