Observing the movement of pebbles

Caterina Mastroianni
Nov 2 · 16 min read
Image by Markus Baumeler from Pixabay

The blue glassiness of Nahuel Huapi Lake struck Pedro’s tiger mind into a calm clarity. He pocketed his smartphone with the latest travellers review and walked along its shore, his feet crunching over stony Patagonian pieces while the pebbles in the water lay coloured blue or green — depending on the kind of sunlight that nature and nurture bestowed on them. He picked up a green one he liked the look of and stubbed his cigarette…

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Caterina Mastroianni

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