A Pebble in Place

Venturing past the desk, I wobbled across the wooden floor until I reached the sunny windowsill planter shelf. Nestled in a ceramic tray of smooth river stones, one grey pebble sat crooked against a tiny succulent stem. Without limbs to grasp it, I braced my round plush body against the stone, rocking steadily to guide it into the open hollow beside it. It settled with a crisp, muted click. Now all the stones rest in a clean, concentric circle around the soil, perfectly composed.