From “The Voiceless”, available now on Amazon.
I flinch when I see movement. I look up and see the spider one with the crazy hair curling his pointer and middle fingers together. I watch his hand as he moves it in a succinct circle. “Rii-rahm!” is his grunt-like noise.
“Ridram,” says the broad-chested one, as he makes the same movement and points at the grunter. My eyes move in cautious sweeps down the length of the line as they all curl their fingers, make the same small circle, and repeat in sloppy unison, “Ridram”. I get lost in the cacophony for a while, but return as the noise tapers. They still their motions and let their hands drop to their sides. I suffer under the weight of their eyes upon me and squirm as they thicken the air with anticipation. Distant sporadic squawks and chirps intertwine with the tide’s crescendo. The island, abundant with life, is begging me to join it.