Chuck it

“How do you get it to come back?”

He shrugged. “No idea.”

She chucked it. It slammed into a tree, twenty feet away.

“Guess it doesn’t matter if you can’t aim at a clear space.”

She sighed. “Probably not.”

Waiting for him to throw, she watched with her arms folded across her chest. He threw the boomerang as he had looked it up earlier.

It didn’t come back.