see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
The water feels like home to you, your body strangely steady in the push and pull of the waves. Even now you haven't fully left it, letting the tide lap up to your ankles as you wait for her to step a little closer, to feel the salt on her own skin. The oyster is passed between you like a treasure, your fingers lingering a moment on hers before going to your belt. You roll your shoulders at her guesses, mischief sparkling in your almond eyes. "Bit'a both. Here, watch."
You've pulled out a knife, small but sturdy, made essentially for this cause. Standing next to her is totally unnecessary but you do it anyway, your bare shoulder brushing up against hers as you begin your demonstration. Reaching out to take her hand, you tuck the blade between the lips of the creature, showing her how to find the crease that will allow you to break it open.
Once split open the shell will reveal its first secret: a shimmering sheen of glittering color, holding a fleshy lump. "Oysters. Gristly fuckers, but worth a fortune if yer lucky. An' delicious if ya ain't."
You've pulled out a knife, small but sturdy, made essentially for this cause. Standing next to her is totally unnecessary but you do it anyway, your bare shoulder brushing up against hers as you begin your demonstration. Reaching out to take her hand, you tuck the blade between the lips of the creature, showing her how to find the crease that will allow you to break it open.
Once split open the shell will reveal its first secret: a shimmering sheen of glittering color, holding a fleshy lump. "Oysters. Gristly fuckers, but worth a fortune if yer lucky. An' delicious if ya ain't."
ZEPHYR
