“Halt!” said the goddess of hunting in front of a fishmonger’s: in the enormous aquarium in the window was a throng of fish, a dense shoal of flesh, slowly moving in formation, now to the right, now to the left, each time bumping their snouts against the glass. “Come on, buy me a fish!”
“But what do you need one for?” said Pavel, surprised. “You could have bought one ready cooked from the restaurant!”
“Just because! I need one!” she flung the words over her shoulder as she entered the shop.

• Nudul Dianei / The Nude of Diana

• Mariana Codrut