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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