Beach Battle

Their mom was gone, dead.  As the first hint of darkness touched the sky Rudy watched the beach with a mournful calm to him.  Mom was dead.  Mom wasn’t hurting anymore.  The question that his mind backtracked to was what was after death?  Did you just die and poof nothing?  Could the dead see the living?  Did the essence or spirit or whatever remain in some way?  Rudy had told mom that Art and himself would be leaders and they’d make her proud.  Would she be able to be proud somewhere from the grave?  That or she was simply gone.

Either way, mom wasn’t hurting anymore.

The day had been warm, the night was easing the temperature and the breeze that blew in across the water ruffled through his fur was pleasant touch.  Well, enough thoughts on the dead for now.  Rudy tilted his head up and howled for Art.  He owed Art a beach spar and this time it would be won Rudy aimed to win.  Sure, Art was stronger and had more experience but Rudy had luck and hopefully Art hadn’t practiced as much in the sand or surf?

Rudyard Carpathius