Blackwater Islands silver spoons

He doesn't know who it is.
'You know, you know, you know; I've always been with you.'

The first thought he has makes him wince, but he calls out in a rasp, Hy...nnno? Blink, blink, blink.

They scuttle closer to him each time. Close enough for the strands of their tufted dark fur feathers fur to touch him; spider's legs, grating.

He shakes his head, pulls back, pushes against the shadow.
'No, you only think you do.'

He spasms.