Rough Drift

"Small" writing challenges for my small writing talent. Hotel note pads are the only space allowed. Let's see if I can strip it down and tighten it up to learn something. Improving my skill of weird fiction.

66.) Hungry Man

Roman styled sandals with criss-cross leather straps laced up her round calves. Tanned skin bulged through in puffs like honey glazed ham hocks, or so envisioned the man walking behind her. Everyone in the station watched their phones. The man watched her legs. His lips parted with the tip of his tongue running to the corners, savoring the possibilities, analyzing the vision before him. She  was not a small woman yet not so large to cause problems with his desires; ideal lean percentage; non-athletic so she wouldn’t be stringy or gristly; high potential with seasoning flavor absorption. He calculated with culinary formulas. No problems this time. He thought her the most ideal in a long while.

She stood at the news store and fingered her way through tabloid magazines. He slowly approached, coralling at the fence corner between tabloids and fashion, as to not scare the poor thing. So close. He felt it. He felt the familiar pulls. Hands roughly on his shoulders forcing a turn to a man in a blue suit.

“There you are, chef,” firmly stated the man, “The doctor has been looking for you again!”

“No! I’m so hungry. I must . . .”

Associates of the blue suit hustled the hungry man out of the store. That’s what his neighbors called him.

“Sure you are. Sure you are.” said the blue suit while texting a note to his boss, “The hospital is getting impatient with your escapes.”

“. . . have . . .her. Did you pre-heat the oven?” Hungry Man wild-eye asked.

“Throw him in.” said the blue suit. His assistants quickly had the hungry man in a tight white coat in the back of the van. Headed back to his room on the third floor, north wing, with all the noise.

(Author’s notes) June 11th, 2016:

I actually saw the earlier mentioned calves in an airport. Some styles work and somme do not. Decidely they did not and it really looked liike sommething stuffed where it shouldn’t be. I swear her large calves were going to come out of those laced straps like a play-doh machine. eww.

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