Chapter Fourteen, Part Two: ISON MeMature

The kiddy boat’s neck and head shove backward, knocking Grey out of the boat. Jack looks down to see a large sandbar, then steps over the side.  

“Glurg!” Grey spits sand out of his mouth onto the beach. 

Jack grabs Grey’s shoulders and blows in his face, clearing bits of sand. 

“…there. Better, little brother?” 

But Grey’s eyes are focused inland. 

“Grey?” Jack asks, “what happened to the shoals?”  

Grey stumbles off the sandbar and into the shallow water, toward shore. 

“They did.” 

Jack follows Grey through the shallows and up onto a stretch of pale beach, where several figures with large golden spheres in place of heads wait, kneeling forward on their hands in supplication to the sky. 

A humming sound emanates from the gold-headed crowd as Jack and Grey walk nearer. Overhead, an unseen shadow plays sharply behind the high clouds. 

“I count forty-two of them, Jack,” Grey says, looking back at the way they came through the disappearing shoals, “Hey, the shoals are back!” 

“I know,” Jack says, jerking a thumb at the pyramid, eyes twinkling, “I think they hummed them away for us. Neat, huh? They’re called—“ 

“Geldoracht, I know, I know! But why are they here?” 

“We’re dreaming.”

The End

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