Sea Lion Shores because I could not stop for death

The boy hummed, the noise surprisingly gentle in his toothy maw. Around his shoulders, the skull shifted with his weight, digging into his shoulders.

A reminder. He pressed the nudging of a ghost away.

I will accept your healing. He said.

But then I must go.

Another inhale. He really needed to stop tasting ghosts, for he could taste the smell of his Father again. Only a flick of his ear showed he was displeased about it.