by Kelly Robinson
Encased in a tight tube of white, she felt her newly-taut skin stick to the booth.
“Best food in the city,” he said. “Trust me.”
She closed her silvered eyelids.
When she opened them, there was a platter of steaming collards, glistening with fat. A dish of fried chicken oozed grease through a wad of paper towels.
“Go ahead,” he urged.
She took a bite. She took two. Then twelve.
She split open a breast with her hands to let out the steam. Finishing off the collards, she smiled, pork fat glistening on her lips. She devoured the breast and let out a small moan before sucking the meat off a plump leg.
“More,” she said.
They brought more. They brought everything. She lapped up the gizzards and butter beans and upended a bowl of gravy. She asked for tea, and they brought a vat, thick with sugar. She guzzled. She gulped. Again, she said:
“More.”
A whole roast pig appeared, hot from the spit, carried by four men. She leapt to the table and ululated, straddling the head and chomping at the still-sizzling rump.
She ate until her lips were blistered and her hands burned, the stained dress now bursting at the seams like a can of biscuits.
She took a last lick at an empty dish and sat back, gnawing a bit of bone.
He stared, fascinated.
“Shall we go back to my place?”
“No, thank you,” she said, wiping her mouth. “I’m quite satisfied.”
5 comments:
I had no idea what was really going on, but this was laugh-out-loud funny for me. Jumping up on to that pig and gorging until she was burned? I think it was the surreal absurdity that was so funny: a day in the life of whack. Thanks for the laugh!
A bit surreal (okay, more than a bit) but the end got a chuckle out of me.
Made me think of Lara Flynn Boyle in Men in Black 2. Such fun!!
Holy cow, what fun! Thanks for this.
Hilarious in a disconcerting, fantastic way. Wonderful use of imagery and metaphor; poor pig.
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