Stone Circle but why do I lie awake each night thinking

He was quiet for a moment.

Fish. The shore, the island, Heda who he had yet to revisit to thank. He noted that down beneath the category of “what to do with my pathetic life”.

I really like fish. Ugh, the bitter part of him hissed, you sound like a child. He ruthlessly picked up a mental rock to toss aside when the bitter asshole went back into its hidey hole in his psyche.