[Drabble] Taste
The air around the shark tastes like the sea during a storm and blood in the water. It rolls off him like ocean fog when he smiles rapaciously, showing row upon row of sharp teeth. I stick my nose in my tea cup, but even the strongest tea can't mask the scent of a predator. He may not hunt blood (doesn't he?) but his need for the regard and the jealousy of others hangs over him like a cloak. Not for the first time, I wonder why he has come here and if he thinks that I will envy him.
Vega's Side.
Vega's Side.