Skipping Stones And Chatting
We made our way to the pond, where the water was still and calming. Kevin picked up a flat stone and sent it skipping. ‘So, what’s next for you?
‘ he asked, breaking the silence. I shrugged, watching the ripples spread from his stone. ‘No clue,’ I replied.
We talked about life’s unpredictabilities and how unfair things seemed sometimes. Sharing our thoughts helped take the edge off the uncertainty we both felt.