Hanging In A Jar

He tumbled into the underworld.  Though she swam quickly behind there was only silt to be found in the depths. Nothing more here than a silver fish with an emerald eye. She had seen him before. Back then the fish had almost stolen her life but this time he comes bearing a gift.   She rips open his belly; a spear, golden bright!  One finger pressed to her lip, a dagger against the heart.

Norway  Mull, Scotland Osiris was your favourite

That's what they said about the Van Witteghems. Always holidaying. Maybe he came into money? It'll be inherited. Have you seen his hands? Never seen a days work. The kids are just miserable though. Yes, you never see them play with the other children. It's as if they think they're better than the rest of us. The girls don't say a word, apart from the little one. But she is his favourite. Oh I hear he rules that family with an iron fist. And she 's just miserable, always cleaning and I've never heard of a house that needs it less! Oh, she'll be dead soon. Mark my words. So you've been in the house then? No, but I've heard. Everyone's talking about them.