The Whistlers Stand With Their Backs to Us

Lillian thought it was a kind of Stockholm syndrome. A story about the people the whistlers don't kill. There's one in almost every group who succumbs to a kind of madness. They caught Ira in a trap, but they didn't hurt him. He escaped them. Even now, all we have to go on are other people's words. The only thing we've learned is fear. We hear the whistlers, but have not seen them. But what if that's a failure of imagination? Perhaps there's something else to be afraid of. Some reason the stories are so few and scattered. After all these years, all these long winters of hearing those damned things how