Hello!
Welcome to the first of three posts featuring microdoses written to
‘Seven Deadly Sins’ challenge!Today, I’m sharing Envy, Gluttony and Lust! I do hope you enjoy them!
Envy
It had been over a year since that awkward goodbye, too long since seeing that smile, hearing her musical laughter. And now, here he was, right in front of her.
She sat on the chair with her legs pulled to her chest, a fluffy sage pullover stretched over her knees.
He only wanted to say hello.
Distracted, she turned as if to speak to someone, he leant in closer trying to hear her words.
A man appeared behind her and placed his hands on her shoulder.
His heart sank, she’d met someone.
He caught his eye, just for a moment, felt the burning rage ignite at the pit of his stomach. Tightening his fists he pressed his nose to the window, anger pouring from his nostrils obstructing his view.
A force hit him from behind as his wrists were restrained behind his back,
“David Black, you are under arrest for the offence of stalking.You do not have to say anything. But, it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”
Gluttony
Anthony sat palms down on the table, the growling of his stomach a staunching reminder of the last three days without food. It fought against the grating voice of the competition’s presenter, creating a cacophony in his already muddled mind.
The bell rang.
He shovelled in the hot dog, barely touching the sides of his throat, swallowing it whole. On he continued, one after the next; dipping the blanched bread into a pint of frothy root beer.
Six, nine, eleven.
The dough fell heavy into his empty stomach; but still he continued - dipping, swallowing, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Seventeen, nineteen, twenty-fou…
The world began to tilt and swerve, faces fading in and phasing out.
Reaching for the next bun, he stopped, stopped over the flimsy picnic table; brought the entire thing down beneath him as he lay atop out cold, stomach still growling with fury.
Lust
She’d skipped the pink pill again this morning, three consecutive days without the suppressant. From day one she’d felt the effects, her cheeks burning as a young technician trailed the veins on her wrist during Biology;
a tell-tale crimson shadow moving like a wave across her pale countenance.
Again on the second day as the college boys played basketball, their sun-kissed skin incandescent beneath the scorching summer rays.
These feelings were new, something different - all consuming - diverting her attention from the pages of her book to the creeping desire making its way up her calves.
Day three, she sits in the bleachers, her tie loose around her neck, bare legs spread afore her - the grass coarse on her skin. Pulling her hair free, she rolls over onto her stomach, watches from the sidelines, she looks from face to face determining who would be the first.
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