Write about something that is: smooth.
Had a lovely morning with friends at the park. Sun shining, kids playing, relaxed adults catching up. Could use more of those.
Kat did up some roasted pears for dessert tonight, which I had never tried. I, uh, would be willing to eat those again.
A gentle breeze ruffles my hair as I stroll along the edge of the water with her by my side. Our hands are not quite touching, though I can sense the warmth of her fingers whenever they draw near. The sun is sinking steadily toward the horizon.
I hesitate for a few more steps but the knowledge that there will be no better time than this nudges me into action. Without a word I drop into a crouch and begin digging around in the sand, discarding lumpy rocks with casual flicks of my wrist.
I can feel her eyes on me but she remains silent. Amused? Curious? Expectant? I can't say for sure, but I'll take anything other than bored.
At last I find what I'm looking for. The rock is like glass, no thicker than a pencil, and sits comfortably in the palm of my hand. I return to my full height and look out across the water. I've been practicing all week. My best throw was yesterday, a good twelve skips.
I know this one will be better.
I give her a smile, somewhere between bashful and watch this. Leaning to the right, I bring my left arm out for balance. Just as I've done hundreds of times before. A nice, long, slow backswing, and then bring it forward quickly with a hard flick of my wrist.
Smooth, man. Real smooth.