Skimming

I was handed the perfect stone.

I looked out across the flat sea.

What if I failed?

My fears swelled.

I did stretches to ease the tension.

Warmed up the old throwing arm.

Cocked it back.

And away!

The rock flew from my grip.

Repelled by the water.

A bounce!

A bounce!

A bounce!

A bounce!

"Yes," I cried, "I am worthy!"