Ripples

"So how exactly am I supposed to be feeling?" she asked inquisitively as she stared at her feet, moving them slowly through the sand. A fly landed on her leg and she swatted it off with as much grace as she could manage, which wasn't much. They were walking, slowly putting distance between themselves and the public also enjoying the warm day. The sun was just starting to set, and a storm cloud on the horizon glowed orange and pink. The ripples from the last skipped rocks (or attempts on her part) were still cascading from their center. They stopped and sat down, a few feet from the edge of the lake just to keep themselves dry. A flash of lightning struck in the sky, but a longways over the lake, lighting up the cloud in the distance.

Author's Note

Not finished at all, but I've hit a wall. I'll pick back up when I can find the right words to describe this. If ya have any suggestions, that would be great. This could really go anywhere from here.

Reviews

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Ooooh...I love how it begins. I'm hung on her words, and I read on in anticipation to know the answer to her question, what it meant. The search is calmed by the serenity of her setting, which gives me this awesome combination of emotions. Good starting paragraph, very attention grabbing!

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