Smoked Salmon on Buffet Table

Pale pink slices of salmon arranged on a broad metal tray among other foods, their edges curled slightly from the heat retained beneath a glass cloche. The fish glistens with an oily sheen reflecting the terrace’s electric lighting, set beside terra cotta bowls of olives and cheeses. Nyssa retrieves a portion onto a small porcelain plate, the salmon’s delicate texture contrasting with the robust company. Adric snags a slice between his fingers before the tray dwindles, its savory aroma competing with the threat drifting from the black orchid’s hidden duplication.