He wore his lucky belt buckle.
A prize, given to him, by the
mayor, of some podunk town.
His shoes were dirty.
His pants- old and faded,
because that was how he liked them.
As he strolled across
the sun-parched fair grounds.
His mid-day shadow haunted his footsteps.
Taking his seat, a bell rings.
And he eats.
He eats without pause.
~x~x~
The coroner said it was the most
gruesome thing he'd ever seen.
Organs twisted and gnarled.
Half eaten doughnuts saturated in
grease and bile. Salami drenched in
ketchup and blueberry pie filling.
That was the first time anyone at the
Briarsville fair had seen a man explode
during a competitive eating event.
Author notes
This was tough, I'm bad with writing about pictures, and this picture was odd to say the least. lol.
A contest entry
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I think you did a hell of a job.
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