Samantha Chard Samantha Chard
Beneath the light, churning in the darkness, is the deep blue black of night. Tastes of liquid and salt.
Once upon a time there was an extraordinarily tiny child. The child had a sister who loved him without reservation. It was with love that she bore the responsibility of feeding the child. It was the same love that showed the sister the enormity of her brother's appetite.
The sister fed him eagerly. She put forward plates and platters of philosophy and logic, envy and greed. The sister left her kitchen only to serve him and her kitchen smelt of brews of boredom and stews of delight. She was relentless. She happily fed him loneliness, she brewed him wine of decadence and regret.
It was not considerably long before the child began to grow. In fact the child was no longer tiny, he had become obsessed with the desire to devour. The child's greed left his sister disturbed. However, the relentless preparation of his dinner, and the search for diversity in her ingredients, left her little time for concern.
The child grew insular and intolerant. He found himself searching for a dish which would finally quench his appetite and make him full. In a burst of realization (and without any thought for consequence) the enormous child grabbed his sister and consumed her love. Unfortunately, spontaneity left the child ill prepared for love and he died in an intolerable bout of indigestion.
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