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ROB WAS LOOKING AT the setting sun as the water rocked him gently.

The water caressed him only that he wouldn’t know what caress was.

He strained to hear more of the conversation between the sky and the lake but now there was only silence. He remembered the black pebble and turned on his stomach floating like a buoy with his eyes wide open. Usually he could see the bottom easily but lately the water has lost some of its transparency and looked more like the generously thinned with tap water milk they had for breakfast.

He was about to give up when the black pebble appeared under him smooth and glossy. And cheeky. This time it was not interested in the sun. It slid beneath Rob and winked as if inviting him to follow it in a new unknown play.