‘Not until they’re dead. They’re pink until you choose which one you want for lunch.’
The young siren looked thoughtfully.
‘That one!’ she said pointing.
The other Siren nodded and the left hand tank filled with water. The human struggled, trying to keep its head above the influx of salt water, but it was futile. In minutes it was dead and began to turn blue.
The tank opened and the body floated out and into the path of the Sirens. The two friends feasted leaving nothing but bones.
‘That was exquisite!’
‘Same time next week?’