Sea Smoothed Stones



Shaun stroked the sea smoothed stone, one of a sackful.  He saw perfection in its shiny surface and thought of the centuries of sand and salt that had shaped the slippery missile he held.

Hanna hurried out with Mom and Dad in tow, a hand held over the welt on her head.  She pointed at Shaun, who was lightly tossing his sea smoothed stone and silently catching it.  A hornet’s nest of troubles descended on the boy.

Sharply stung in the rear and the ear, a lecture and a spanking. Shaun reluctantly gave up his stockpile of sea smoothed stones.

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word count = 100

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25 thoughts on “Sea Smoothed Stones

  1. Margaret

    I just love his absorption in the beauty and feel of the stones, and his musings about their history. But he just has to be a boy and hurl it. Very good. And it’s very good that his come-uppance is at hand. Maybe next time he’ll be content just to admire.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Yep, he appreciates the aesthetics of the stones, but boys will be boys… Hopefully he learned to appreciate the stones for their own sake and not for how good they are for throwing. Thanks!


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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Sometimes you have to take more drastic action than a “time out”… I think most little boys still live in the Ice Age where being able to take down prey with a stone or other thrown object was a necessary skill. On the other hand, I -know- most adults still live in the Ice age….



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