Wheeling Gull Isle tilakurak

all the boy's good intent and enthusiasm - like waves upon stone. unmoving, unaltered, the corpse looked on with skullhole eyes. only a blue tongue slithered out to brush its whiskers.

no words.

it watched the boy leave, and followed soon after. stilted gait of incestuous lineage kept the child a shape just beyond eyesight. the island beat with life all around.

it practiced meditation, keeping mind empty and walled from what surrounded it.