Dinnertime. The toddler was on a roll. The Things Between the Walls listened.
"Apple juice is made of apples. Salsa is made of tomatoes. Monsters are made of squash."
Grinsnarkle snorted. "Squash? Where'd he get that? I'm made of meat. Stretchy, stretchy meat."
i'm the echo of the winds between worlds, gasped the Nameless.
"But the kid never sees you. Any ideas, Thorny?"
The third creature shifted uncomfortably. "About that. See, we were talking last night ..."
you spoke with it?
"Him. He's a brave kid. And these --" It rattled its spikes. "-- they're really just a fashion statement."
Postscript: If the above widget is giving you trouble, visit ISLF's Soundcloud page or consider subscribing to the podcast to listen to audio recordings of this and other stories.