A seventy years old plumpy and feeble couple, is stuffing themselves with breaded cutlet and potatoes. Cow-boy style decorated Polo and mocassins, for her cream-colored waistcoat over an acid colors t-shirt, of flowers and geometries on black, red trousers and sandals.
Gray bob and double chin. I eat on my own.
They eat in silence, then he grabs a cough, nothing serious, subdued tone, dry, continuous… cough!

couch couch

 

couch

 

couch

 

couch
couch

 

couch

 

couch

 

She keeps her eyes on the plate,
then looks up,
sneaky staring at him for just a moment
and wishing him to die

 

couch

 

couch

 

She would keep eating – couch
in peace,

 

couch

 

while his head lays deep in the plate, dressed with potatoes.

 

cough
cough

 

ohh

 

couch

 

mhh… mh.

 

“So,” she asks “how’s the cutlet?”

 

SONG OF THE DAY: Miles Davis – Flamenco Sketches (alt. take)