By Chris Lihou
It is a warm, windless summer evening. High tide, water’s surface waveless, calm, reflective. Sounding a gentle wish-wash at the shoreline. John is at the water’s edge picking up skipping stones.
For his first throw, he says, “This is for you, Mum.” The stone skips five times.
“This is for you, sweetheart.” His wife. Stone skips four times.
“This is for you, Dad.” Skips twice.
“This is for you, Mellissa.” His first love. Skips seven times.
For his final stone, he says, “And, this one is for me.” Skips once.
John wonders if he’s discovered a new tool for measuring love.
Hello Chris,
Kudos! John’s subconscious revealed in 101 words. The protagonist might want to crack out the Ouija Board.
Very sweet.
I love this. It’s deceptively profound, and–what’s impressive for a 101-word story–I got even more out of it on a second read. Very well done. Thank you for sharing this with the world 🙂
Well done.
Wow, loved it!
Wow, this is deep! Loved it!