Ankyra Sound Aer

a thin, golden wretch lay strewn among the sands, flotsam tossed about in the waves and spit upon the shore like a bite of foul meat. the listener sat a distance behind the alien creature in silence, studying the grotesque elongation of the features with a thoughtful look. she watched as he coughed and retched and fell into his own silence, as if unmoved by the experience of his own suffering. such a strange, accepting thing; childlike. the listener gazed upon him with curiosity, but did not stir. not yet.