Brooding

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Vic was brooding. He didn't know what he wanted, but there had to be something. He was still recovering from the summer at home, and the heavy treatment his father was dishing out to him. His heart was heavy, and he didn't really feel like company.

Wandering down to the lake, he found himself a nice, secluded spot and sat down to toss pebbles into the water, skimming them at first, but after a while merely dropping them in one at a time and watching the ripples.