freedom
the chair tipped back slightly, craking and groaning in disapproval as he plopped himself down at the breakfast table. the table itself wobbled precariously as he leaned forward and began shovelling french toast into his mouth like a starving person who has just encountered a bountiful feast. smacking, sucking, and slurping sounds of mastication filled the room. it reminded me of hearing very sloppy sex in a cheap motel in the seedy part of downtown. maple syrup oozed from each piece and lightly plastered his chin and jowls, like hair wax. munching on his last piece of 10 french toast slices, max looked up, mouth filled with food, only long enough to ask for more.
"is there more?" small particles of partially chewed food llightly sprayed the table when he spoke. "i want more."
"don't you think you should slow down?"
ignoring my rhetorical question, he reached for the large pastry box across the table. the swing of his pendulous arm toppled a pitcher, creating a streaming rapid of range juice, flowing onto the floor. he stared at the box of 12 chocolate-iced donuts with wild eyes, oblivious to the clatter and chaos created by his reach. he shoved each donut into his mouth non-stop - leaving a ring of chocolate icing around his mouth - until just an empty box remained. as he reached for the large round of sticky buns, i silently walked out of the kitchen, leaving the fat man drooling in his food orgasmic experience.
more sloppy feeding noises, puntuated by the clanging and clattering of tableware and now the occasional wheeze or gasp. he lumbered into the den ... the floor and walls shook when his weight pressed into the floor. his large, tree-trunk legs, heavy and creased, oozed over and around his knees. his large, soft, while belly sagged, pressing his groin against the rippled flesh of his thighs. terror-stricken ... wide eyes ... breathing out loud ... his chubby hands, clutched at his non-existent neck ... stridorous breathing ... gasping sounds ... pleading eyes, mouth open.
i watched silently ... remained still, as his wildly gesturing arms and pleading eyes beckoned my assistance. "you see, darling ... i told you one day you'd eat yourself to death ..." i replied, grabbing my keys and my bag and heading tward the door. i did not look back. i had waited for this for far too long ... finally, i would savour my freedom.
"is there more?" small particles of partially chewed food llightly sprayed the table when he spoke. "i want more."
"don't you think you should slow down?"
ignoring my rhetorical question, he reached for the large pastry box across the table. the swing of his pendulous arm toppled a pitcher, creating a streaming rapid of range juice, flowing onto the floor. he stared at the box of 12 chocolate-iced donuts with wild eyes, oblivious to the clatter and chaos created by his reach. he shoved each donut into his mouth non-stop - leaving a ring of chocolate icing around his mouth - until just an empty box remained. as he reached for the large round of sticky buns, i silently walked out of the kitchen, leaving the fat man drooling in his food orgasmic experience.
more sloppy feeding noises, puntuated by the clanging and clattering of tableware and now the occasional wheeze or gasp. he lumbered into the den ... the floor and walls shook when his weight pressed into the floor. his large, tree-trunk legs, heavy and creased, oozed over and around his knees. his large, soft, while belly sagged, pressing his groin against the rippled flesh of his thighs. terror-stricken ... wide eyes ... breathing out loud ... his chubby hands, clutched at his non-existent neck ... stridorous breathing ... gasping sounds ... pleading eyes, mouth open.
i watched silently ... remained still, as his wildly gesturing arms and pleading eyes beckoned my assistance. "you see, darling ... i told you one day you'd eat yourself to death ..." i replied, grabbing my keys and my bag and heading tward the door. i did not look back. i had waited for this for far too long ... finally, i would savour my freedom.
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