She walked the shoreline alone. Fingers tingling. LIke after every Pranic Healing Session. Light. Centered. 

Skipping stones across the surface provided relief. Peace. 

Each toss a quiet, soothing ceremony. Old love. Old guilt. Old pain.

Then she saw it. Smooth. Dark. Too perfect. 

The one she buried that day.  After the ambulance left.

She held it gently. Let the tremble move through her. 

Didn’t flinch. Didn’t force. Didn’t throw.

Just held it. Remembered. Breathed.

She didn’t need to throw it. She’d skip skipping it. 

Thought maybe the lake shouldn’t take it. 

Not this one. 

Not today.

Maybe not ever.