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A Little Drabble: Skimming Stones

The pond was completely calm as he sat at the edge while the sun rose behind the hills.

He remembered playing skimming stones with his father. Part of the fun was finding the right kind, comparing them and discussing how they thought they would perform before taking turns to launch theirs across the still water.

He stood up and readed the stone in his hand. The conditions were perfect, but it would have to wait.

He headed for the car which would take him to the hospital. There he would agree to the doctors turning off his father’s life support.

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