more and more, the image returned to him of the woman reaching down and throwing starfish in a smooth arc to where the sky and the sea and the sunlight joined.
by the end of his long week, the image was too insistent to ignore and he returned once more to that stretch of beach.
the star thrower was there. this time, he stood beside her and bent to reach for starfish. his cast made a precise arc in the bright, harsh sky and he thought to himself – well, we made a difference for that one. 