Gilded Bay Everything Left to Hold Onto

the ice blue aquamarines remained glued to him, watching warily as he dipped and tore at the fish. 

a portion for himself and a portion for the ghost. 

was it a trick? the marooned woman could think of no other reason why he did it. surely, it was a trap. 

even so.

the shadow flashed forward, gobbling. 

another flash and the morsel disappeared down her gullet. iaghe could not have even said if there were bones in it, so quickly was it eaten. 

she retreated, watching the man relentlessly as she did -- silently wondering. perhaps waiting for his ire, to see what andr might do that now that she had partaken in his kindness.