She gazed at the opals in her palm. "Exquisite."
"Pick one," he said.
"Oh, my goodness."
"Consider it a gift." Grinning, he stroked his unshaven chin.
Four opals slid from her hand onto the coffee table.
A manicured fingernail flicked away a bluish-gray stone. She was looking for red fire and black magic.
"Hmmm…let me see." She picked the smallest gem and held it up to the light. "Yes! This is the one."
"Let me see it." He reached out.
"No." She clenched her fist and defended the stone.
"Give it to me."
Pulling back, "It's mine."
He grabbed onto her wrist and brought her close to his chest.
They struggled. He tightened his grip. Her fingers sprang open.
Now he had the opal. Immediately, he dropped to the floor.
She lifted the stone from his hand.
A smoldering dead body, smoke wafting from nostrils and mouth—
Indian giving came at a price.
"Pick one," he said.
"Oh, my goodness."
"Consider it a gift." Grinning, he stroked his unshaven chin.
Four opals slid from her hand onto the coffee table.
A manicured fingernail flicked away a bluish-gray stone. She was looking for red fire and black magic.
"Hmmm…let me see." She picked the smallest gem and held it up to the light. "Yes! This is the one."
"Let me see it." He reached out.
"No." She clenched her fist and defended the stone.
"Give it to me."
Pulling back, "It's mine."
He grabbed onto her wrist and brought her close to his chest.
They struggled. He tightened his grip. Her fingers sprang open.
Now he had the opal. Immediately, he dropped to the floor.
She lifted the stone from his hand.
A smoldering dead body, smoke wafting from nostrils and mouth—
Indian giving came at a price.
