I happened to have an idea for a new series this weekend. The stories will be short and I'll update whenever I get inspiration, but there will be an over arching plot.

The lake sparkled reflecting the rising sun's light on its glassy surface. Gentle waves lapped at the shore, kissing the wet stone before darting away. A small hand clutched a smooth pebble. Bright blue eyes examined the little stone, appraising it, attempting to extract its secrets.

“What do you have there?” a scruffy man in battered old clothes crouched beside her.

“A stone.” she replied simply, without looking up from the object.