Prompt courtesy of the Friday Fictioneers.
“There’s a lesson to be learned from them,” the man said, pointing at the screeching gulls fighting further on down the beach. The boy, his grandson, looked up, waiting for his wisdom. But he remained quiet, eating a hot-dog, sipping at his beer and looking out toward the horizon.
The gulls stopped fighting and flew apart. The boy watched them break apart and glide away, both seeming to have lost the battle. He scratched at his ankle and wondered if maybe that was the lesson.
He missed his parents and wondered why they insisted he spend the summer with Grandpa.