She dipped her feet slowly into the murky waters. Was it time to haunt the haunted or go back in? Her eyes were clouded over with her many tears. The dogs were all howling. Her mom had told her that death was coming when the dogs cried at night.
Their howls drove her out of the water. She didn’t want to search anymore. She was at her wit’s end. Searching for what? Why must the dogs announce her steps?
Soon she would go back into the water and rest. There was nothing left to be found. Nothing. Just time to cry.