The ghost loves Fishing.
Last night, around 4am, he went by the seaside, threw the hook through the steady waves then struck the handle deep in sand and laid by it pending the goods.
Since it’s the midst of the month, the sand went metallic grey under the full moon light – sparkling silver.
He thought she plausibly will appear, the beauty of the coastline will lure her to leave the dim waters if the bait he pitched wasn’t tempting enough – the blue diamond he tossed.
Although, she didn’t show up.
His anima, The Mermaid.