Ridley's older brother Sam was the best at #skipping stones. He could get a stone to skip practically across Halfmoon Pond, or so it seemed to Ridley. Five, ten, seventeen skips.
Riding a skipping stone would be more exciting than waterskiing, Ridley thought. You wouldn't be tethered to anything! You'd have to be really tiny, though. And how would you hold on?
He mused on this a while.
"Hey Sam," he said. "D'you think we could glue tiny straps on a skipping stone?"
#wss366 #microfiction