"If the cold or the current doesn’t get you, the eels will!” That’s what the baron’s children were told of the brook behind the garden when they played too close to its moss-slick banks- and yet still they clamored for eel on their table nearly thrice a day.
Whether smoked for the winter, jellied in the summer, or oily little elvers for the months in between, some luckless kitchen hand had to scrabble down the levee each dawn and haul in a dozen wicker traps full of the writhing things.
There never was an accident, not for years- and it didn’t happen to who you’d think. The baron’s eldest son went out one April morning and wasn’t found ’til June, when the swell from the snowmelt ceased. Curiosity got him leaning in to look at those basket traps, then the current and cold water filled his lungs when he fell in. There wasn’t more to it, for there was so little of him left. Seems the eels had the last say, fattened and tasty all the while on his flesh. Drowning:
Death
Ghost/after life?
All of there are dark and grey to show death or the person suffering in them. Has a different look to it having more brighter accent color used and death being not there. Also the foreground is focued on the dress in this lower one with wispy marks to show the materials and then hard light and dark for the cards and the hands.











