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.