Co-Ed Motocross Violence

Posted: September 13, 2013 in Uncategorized

Three stones skipped in a spray as the thin arm whipped its way like a side arm pitcher toward the west. The rocks, tightly bound bounced once, twice, and then sank on the third event, finally piercing the membrane of the lake and making their way to a sandy floor with others of their kind. Small fish swam by, nimbly dodging the stones as if it were something that didn’t even require focus or awareness. When they reached the bottom, a plume of sand exploded around them, clouding the water until it too settled and the scene became almost identical to its state before the  rock’s arrival. In a fluid constantly moving, there was still not much to see beneath.


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