Each boy takes his turn, then they break to search for their next game piece.
Being the youngest, Harry’s turn is last. He has more time to search. The older boys believe Harry will lose. Yet, patient and methodical, Harry has found the perfect piece to play.
Tumbled by the river to a glimmering, deep-black lacquered finish, its face worn flat, edges rounded, Harry knows his stone is a winner.
His arm position correct, grip just right, a flip of his wrist and the stone flies. Everyone watches until it lands on the opposite bank.
Nine clean skips.
