Literature
Ripples
With a few rippling hops, the stone finally plopped into the previously still water and sank to the bottom. Jess reached down to pluck another pebble from the rocky beach beside her, examining the different colors and shape each stone possessed. Most were smooth, the edges constantly and lovingly caressed by the tide until the rough edges of their structure softened into beautiful little sentinels. She picked up a particularly strange one, rolling it around in her hand. Hesitating throwing it into the water, Jess closed her fingers around the stone and stared out across the lake. This was her home, and how she loved it. Memories flooded her