Wheeling Gull Isle Mother is God

Thrust from the vision his body extorts in the darkness, shivering beneath Sim’s paw and Din’s little head that presses warmly against him with song.

Behind you!

He shrieks but it merely presents in a round of wordless yowls. You see it too?

A heart is rampant in his chest but his brother and sister’s eyes gleam like the pair of lighthouses they always were, calling him into harbor from the rough waters of his mind, and this night from the illusions spun by it.

He breathes again, the creature is gone. Now it is only Dinny and Sim, and his wide face staring back in their reflection. He watches them and his paws shoot forward in the dark, reaching, grasping for something tangible: Dinny’s paw and Simmy’s cheek.