Sun Goes Down

My fingers gliding against the pebble
felt cool. I threw it; hard as it skipped
on the water.

"Beginner's luck." He smirked as he
failed to skip a stone.

I watched his sink to the gravel - like,
bottom of the lake, startling the fish
as the ripples grew wider.

The cat tails on the left side of the pond
swayed left to the breeze. The sun was
setting soon so I skipped my last stone.