It's a rather measly shark attack but Jaws could be seen as the good fish...kind of.
Ramon watched as his fiancée back paddled in the open water. Wife, he reminded himself. Two days ago…this was supposed to be their honeymoon.
Well, at least she was enjoying it.
"I'm not sure swimming is such a good idea."
She looked back towards the boat, her hair swirling around her shoulders. "It's good for the baby – jeez, don't you know anything?"
Ramon shrugged, down his third glass of wine. If it wasn't for the kid neither of them would have been there. Both families had pressured him into it; both hell bent on the benefits of their accumulated wealth. He briefly wondered if either of them had been smiling in the wedding photos. Their parents certainly were.
If only…he shook his head at the miserable decades ahead of him. They would get a divorce soon enough – his friends were already betting on how long they would stay together.
A flicker of movement caught his eye.
Ramon watched in absolute fascination as a dark figure circled just underneath the surface. She was completely oblivious to the armed predator in the water as it passed underneath her.
"Alice," said Ramon, leaning against the side of the boat.
"Yes?"
He pointed to the fin slicing towards her. There wasn't even enough time for her to scream as its teeth ripped into her stomach and dragged her under. The crunch cracked through the air.
A trail of blood plumed towards the boat and stopped. Her dislodged hand bobbed softly on the surface. Ramon reached down, their fingers intertwining one last time before he started up the engine.
And he smiled.