Day in, day out, stone in hand, Kristy waited by the water. She struggled to hold it at first, but over time it got easier. When her grandfather arrived, she knew her chance had come. He would know she was there, even though he wouldn’t see her.
She watched him take in the quiet evening. When she was sure he was gazing at just the right spot, she closed her eyes and tossed the rock, remembering what he had taught her. “It’s all in the wrist. Like handing out a ticket.” She pictured the solitary stone skip across the water.