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!”