Skim

The kids hid in the bushes up the bank, and threw rocks at the runners down on the shore. They weren’t trying to hit anyone, not really, but one stone got away from them, and dinged an older woman in the head. Her running partner, an old man himself clambered up the steep escarpment, trying to catch them, but only ever made it up halfway.

The woman told him she was fine, not even bleeding, just needed to sit down a moment. So she did. The wind blew across the lake, forming whitewater caps on the ripples coming into shore.