Post by John Barnett on Apr 19, 2004 14:39:57 GMT -5
And then there was Chloe. Chloe looked like Madonna, only about 300 pounds heavier. She downed three Big Macs and two orders of fries at Mickey D's this afternoon. Not to mention 5 refills of coke. This woman was colossal. If Chloe were a wrestler, she'd be considered a sumo. Chloe loved Bob more than life itself. Chloe loved Bob more than those freshly baked apple pies on the dollar menu, and even the ice cream sundae too. Chloe and Bob would have been perfect together. Their abnormal sizes fit like pieces to a puzzle. Bob's large butt and breasts and Chloe's large, well, everything, could not have looked more right.
Chloe's one desire in life was to be with Bob Paulson. This man made her happy when he spoke words to her, she would melt in his presence. Bob also found peace and joy in the light of Chloe and her happy-go-lucky attitude. They were both heavy eaters, gluttoning themselves away. They had so much in common, more than you would think however. You see, Bob, had a little secret that Chloe didn't know. Bob had been cut off. Yes, that's right...truly sad and sadly true...Bob had lost his manhood. His former wife Penelope was the butcher who stole this man's dreams. Bob was never again the same after this. No one knew, other than a select few. Chloe saw Bob to be the kindest, most generous man in the world. Bob had his problems fixed, but...well...he still wasn't the same...guy. Bob had lost faith and confidence in himself as a man. Chloe never had much to begin with where herself was concerned. But Bob was her idol.
They were very close friends, they ate out together a lot. They hung around the same places and ate the same foods. Bob knew Chloe liked him, and Chloe was very shy about it. One day though, she got up the nerve to ask him to go out on a date with her, to an all-you-can-eat buffet in town. At first, Bob was delighted, but then he remembered his condition and kindly said, "no." Chloe replied, "But why?" "I am so sorry" Bob exclaimed. "But Chloe, I can't be the man you will want me to be someday." Chloe was speechless and dumbfounded. Her heart was breaking, she cried. She cried until her face oozed poison, and then she cried some more. Bob then got up and left, he went for a walk. Chloe then bounced home and got dressed, she had decided to go to the all-you-can-eat buffet without Bob, to glutton her worries away. By the time Chloe took her first bite off of her tenth club sandwhich, she killed over at the table, face first into the mashed potatoes. Chloe was dead.
The next morning, Bob learned of Chloe's tragic death and rushed to see her, but it was too late, they had already began embalming her, the process would be long. Bob was guilty. He couldn't live with himself anymore. The way his life had turned out, he had lost everything and now Chloe, his one true friend was gone, because of him. So Bob got in his car and left. He drove down to Callahan bridge, where he took one last bite off of his ham and cheese crossaint, and then he plunged his body into the lake. The water splashed back up and soaked a woman at the bridge trying to stop him. Bob drowned at the bottom of the lake. This was the tragedy of Bob and Chloe!
Author's Note: I first wrote this piece along with several others in a series about a certain few characters. After being requested to do so, and my own willingness to pick up an old work and make it better, I gave it another shot. I realize this isn't some of my best work, and I can and have written much better short stories, but for some reason, this one just does something for me, as well as a few others who seemed to like it as well. If this one goes well, I may consider revising the other pieces, but this one is all I have for now, I hope you all enjoyed...my dark comedy.
Chloe's one desire in life was to be with Bob Paulson. This man made her happy when he spoke words to her, she would melt in his presence. Bob also found peace and joy in the light of Chloe and her happy-go-lucky attitude. They were both heavy eaters, gluttoning themselves away. They had so much in common, more than you would think however. You see, Bob, had a little secret that Chloe didn't know. Bob had been cut off. Yes, that's right...truly sad and sadly true...Bob had lost his manhood. His former wife Penelope was the butcher who stole this man's dreams. Bob was never again the same after this. No one knew, other than a select few. Chloe saw Bob to be the kindest, most generous man in the world. Bob had his problems fixed, but...well...he still wasn't the same...guy. Bob had lost faith and confidence in himself as a man. Chloe never had much to begin with where herself was concerned. But Bob was her idol.
They were very close friends, they ate out together a lot. They hung around the same places and ate the same foods. Bob knew Chloe liked him, and Chloe was very shy about it. One day though, she got up the nerve to ask him to go out on a date with her, to an all-you-can-eat buffet in town. At first, Bob was delighted, but then he remembered his condition and kindly said, "no." Chloe replied, "But why?" "I am so sorry" Bob exclaimed. "But Chloe, I can't be the man you will want me to be someday." Chloe was speechless and dumbfounded. Her heart was breaking, she cried. She cried until her face oozed poison, and then she cried some more. Bob then got up and left, he went for a walk. Chloe then bounced home and got dressed, she had decided to go to the all-you-can-eat buffet without Bob, to glutton her worries away. By the time Chloe took her first bite off of her tenth club sandwhich, she killed over at the table, face first into the mashed potatoes. Chloe was dead.
The next morning, Bob learned of Chloe's tragic death and rushed to see her, but it was too late, they had already began embalming her, the process would be long. Bob was guilty. He couldn't live with himself anymore. The way his life had turned out, he had lost everything and now Chloe, his one true friend was gone, because of him. So Bob got in his car and left. He drove down to Callahan bridge, where he took one last bite off of his ham and cheese crossaint, and then he plunged his body into the lake. The water splashed back up and soaked a woman at the bridge trying to stop him. Bob drowned at the bottom of the lake. This was the tragedy of Bob and Chloe!
Author's Note: I first wrote this piece along with several others in a series about a certain few characters. After being requested to do so, and my own willingness to pick up an old work and make it better, I gave it another shot. I realize this isn't some of my best work, and I can and have written much better short stories, but for some reason, this one just does something for me, as well as a few others who seemed to like it as well. If this one goes well, I may consider revising the other pieces, but this one is all I have for now, I hope you all enjoyed...my dark comedy.
