Ripples, A 100-Word Story

The egg yolk in the crimson sky was a magnificent sight to behold. A lone dark silhouette stretched over the grass and lake. Behind her, a trail of sunken footsteps had stopped abruptly.

Her shimmering reflection stared back with melancholic eyes. She bent down, wrapped her fingers around a small, round pebble and stood erect again. She let go of the stone, throwing it into the water.

It sunk, with a disappearing plunk.

Suddenly, another pebble skimmed the lake, leaving behind delicate ripples. “That’s not the way I taught you, Jenny.” a voice bellowed.

She turned around. “Dad! You’re back!”


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