A Touching Observation
The fat guy who hadn’t showered once in the six months he had been under lock and key lay on the floor with his shirt pulled up. His big gut basked in the sunlight raining down from the skylight.
Above him, the toothless lady sat sideways in a stuffed chair, her legs hanging over the armrest. She was talking to the fat man, but it was hard to say about what, since she sounded like an inebriated hobo reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. Every once in a while, he blue socked foot would amorously tap the hillock of exposed flesh beneath her.
“Looky there,” said the mental health worker standing across the room. “Smelly belly got himself a girly friend.”
“Yep,” said his co-worker. “There is someone out there for everyone.”
The first guy let that sink in.
“Goddamn,” he said. “That’s fucking touching.”
