Skipping Stones

In the stillness of a tranquil lake,Where ripples whisper secrets untold,A solitary figure stands poised,A skipper of stones, a dancer of dreams.With a stone, smooth and round,Held gently in the palm of his hand,He feels the weight, the possibilities,Imagining the journey it is about to embark.A flicker of his wrist, a graceful arc,And the stone …

Narnia

He didn't know what it was that brought that dream on. It was so unlike all the others he had been having. Completely stripped of any hidden message, any symbology, his dream left no room for interpretation. It was as if he was right there once again, reliving all that he had known to really …