Imeldas Final DaysA Story by jacro12The tale of an immobile morbidly obese womanImelda struggled against her own corpulent blanket of flesh in her rancid one bedroom brick veneer. Paid for by the government. Rats nested in the crevasses of her kitchen walls leaving faecal trails. She was reaching for the last food, Doughsbury Fried Cronuts, Mavis had left her but was struggling against her own gargantuan body. She wailed like a dying animal in an abandoned forest and the tears ran down her gigantic distended frame. Rivulets of tears collected crumbs of salt and vinegar chips and remnants of delta cream biscuits and ran to deep crevasses that had not seen the light of day for years. Mavis, her only remaining friend and also her cousin/carer, had earlier informed Imelda that she wouldn't be coming back to help her again."Nuh More Imeldzy, I cwant keap cwoming ovah tuh see ya like dis" she languidly spat in her thick Jamaican accent. She had told the authorities about Imelda and that in the next few days a social worker would be sent round to assess her condition. © 2013 jacro12 |
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Added on August 16, 2013 Last Updated on September 23, 2013 |