Having fully indulged his hunger and his greed, he visibly bulged as he sat (as did the chair he sat upon).
My siblings and cousins watched him quietly, the quietest we’d been all day. We sensed it, the air was thick with our hopeful anticipation.
In all our feverish young minds we heard the chair creaking through the conversational hubbub, so certain we were of the future. He had eaten so much! Even for him it seemed a lot.
Surely… surely…
Alas, though, no. Our hopes for schadenfreude, not that we knew the word then, were dashed by fate’s inactivity.
My siblings and cousins watched him quietly, the quietest we’d been all day. We sensed it, the air was thick with our hopeful anticipation.
In all our feverish young minds we heard the chair creaking through the conversational hubbub, so certain we were of the future. He had eaten so much! Even for him it seemed a lot.
Surely… surely…
Alas, though, no. Our hopes for schadenfreude, not that we knew the word then, were dashed by fate’s inactivity.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #420 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Indulge.
Good take on the prompt
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