Food

Food

After a lowly sleep he arose still on the bus. The rain outside patted the glass and rooftop. Cold air surrounded the approaching world. How long had he been asleep? Rest. Afterwords everything came more slowly. A few other people remained on the bus, trapped in their own universe. The freckled glass showing the world.
He was so lonely. No where in the world was there love that belonged to him. The noise of the bus coming in and out of his mind. Half of these people are probably going nowhere. Half of these people probably only seem busy. He stepped down from the bus towards the world. The air of slow rain extended outwards.
A young woman of teasing beauty lay her figure gently against the wall. The sinking feeling returned within. Her eyes looked oh so breifly, which consecrated her forever preciousness. In a drunk state desire overpowers any objective view of the world.
He begun his day by taking a place near one of the busier streets. In the beginning he hadn't had a pair of gloves. Now the bruised cup within his hands was held out with a new tattered pair. It must of been around seven o' clock in the morning. More busy people made their way towards his place and then beyond his view. From eight to nine many people would be passing by. For now he remained rooted in place. He remembered, he used to feign sadness. Now he tried to smile. That must be the easiest thing in the world. A smile. Another suit approached his seat. He could see small round breasts beneath her blouse. She wore a black suit and walked briskly. Her face was round. It was a shame her hair was brought back so tightly. He knew all the tricks. She did not want it to seem as if she was avoiding him. She walked away from the road. Her brisk legs brought her past. Her face had a look of a face that was being looked at ....

Always raining. Always wet. Frank at five. Breakfast. Bagles. Coffee in the morning. Have to keep awake. Fionna was so personal. She spoke so directly last night. I could never speak so directly about my feelings. How do I know what I feel? Mcdonalds. Life, is this it...

She walked into a small coffee shop hurriedly. 'Yes' , 'thanks' , the interaction was completed vigilantly. Then she brought herself to work. Eyes wide open, she passed the familiar entrance sign. On the lift a man who looked like he had once been only a boy brought his lips close together and smiled as he pushed the button for other people. His hair had been washed.
'Fionna, good morning, ready for business.' The voice remained so callous. The business man in question portrayed an attempted smile. 'I can rely on you for later? Don't concentrate too much on sales today. The meeting later is all about projections. We have to get the figures together properly. And don't forget to check my summary of the overall forcast. It's lying on my desk.'
This needed more than a nod.
'Yeah, that's at one after lunch, is it not?' A nod.
'I have to go check a few things and I'll do it all by then. I'll meet you after lunch.' More nods. She removed the papers lying on the desk. She reviewed the figures and did a few other things that felt like work. Money moving all the time. Always moving. She had a conversation with another woman. A familar man made himself coffee on the periphery of their empty conversation.
It began to rain again outside. It's half ten. Lucky everyone's at work by now. Today's Friday so it won't be long. Frank later.
After the meeting she could still taste the lunch lingering in her mouth. From time to time she had had overpowering urges to gorge endlessly upon food. Eating remained one animalian instinct shared in the business world. Once, she had taken her lunch with other people from the office. She wiped her mouth after each portion of food that she sallowed. Slowly, around her the other men and women ate. Their human exteriors crumbled into the plates as they removed the food into their similar bodies. Something astounding came over her as she watched them eat. They became a process of disgusting magnetism, blinking she looked from one mouth and face to the next.
Now she wanted to take up food in her arms and escape to somewhere else. She wanted to move her mouth upon the processed and sugar filled products of the shops. She wished to suck on fruit and throw up all the food she had eaten to take in the smell. Her round breasts rubbed against her white shirt.
'Fiona that went all right. Mark's going to look over any products still lying around and he'll let us know if they throw up any problems... by Monday. Or you know later on if he has time, I'm sure.'
'Yeah great, it should be all fine you know. Just let me know.' A nod. What a miserable man. Around the contours of his dark blond hair he had begun to sweat. He rubbed his hand against his chest as if to prove the solidity. She politely burped. Mouth closed.
Ok, four o' clock. Frank at five. The phone rang. 'Hi, Frank...

That same woman from earlier walked by his place. She talked into her phone and still looked busy. Still briskly moving. Some money had filled his cup. Different coins fell into it throughout the long day. The cold returned but the rain had ended after twelve. And now a dark night encompassed his person. His soul quivered beneath the sunless sky as he strolled towards somewhere to buy some food. He had the crushing urge to eat civily, like a human being. He wanted all the things that had previously abhorred him. The wind shook his frame as his hand held the bread that came into his mouth. After a quick drink the air became bearable and he returned to his resting place. The old bus. Not that much happened in a day. And so he dreamed of the young woman closely held within his arms.