the cutlet that refused his glorious transformation into fecal matter

Klondike could be compared to a small cutlet of meat. On the plate he looked juicy, even tender; he was, by every standard of butchery mouth-watering. But once inside the mouth he was tough, almost impossible to chew, his fibers getting strung like floss between the teeth, and when swallowed he'd get lodged in the back of the throat until he could be choked down, at which point he would settle, odious in the pit of the stomach, completely indigestible to remind his eater of his jaded allure and of their own glutinous folly.

Posy was the doomed partaker of this beguiling little cutlet, and now that she had finally swallowed, she was ready to forget about him. But small cutlets of meat of such stalwart texture as Klondike are not so easily forgotten, as Posy is now well aware. They cause all sorts of problems, like ulcers and indigestion. And their own glorious formation into fecal matter is either long delayed or entirely obsolete.

So when Posy slipped between the tables of the crowded restaraunt on her way to the bathroom, her hip brushing the shoulder of her not so forgotten lover she was literally immobilized. The typical sensations occured; cotton mouth, sweaty palms, meaningless jumble and the like. The memories began to flood her existence, it was like her stomach was filling up with salty sea water, and Klondike, that brawny little cutlet, was carelessly tossing around in its waves. These tidal waves of forgotten emotion erroded the layers of scarring she'd spent so long stretching across her open wounds, while Klondike squeezed his seasoned juices all over her exposed and tender flesh.

Encountering a former lover can be a painfully traumatic experience, particularly when they symbolizes such a temultuous relationship as that of Klondike and Posy's. But encountering this sort of old lover in the midst of his intimate meeting with his new lover can, I imagine be cause to sudden death or spontaneous combustion, or in Posy's case, seeing as there was no one in the restaraunt to adequately deliver the heimlich manuever if needed, of an inexplicable choking. (you see, a common reaction to such trauma is regergitation of the containments of one's stomach, and considering the size and consistency of the cutlet occupying Posy's, she was highly likely to choke on young Klondike upon this regergitation.) I am confident enough to assume that an inquiry into many a so-thought unexplainable death would no doubt prove this theory true.

And so it seemed to Posy adulterous to see him there, sharing a noodle with yet another nameless beauty, while all the while he insisted on occupying her stomach, refusing digestion. She'd be glad to be rid of him, to squeeze him through and poop him out, and to leave this poor girl completely to his devices. There is, in fact, nothing she'd like more. But you see, it was not so much a problem with her intestines, as it was with his fibrous consistency. He was, by nature parasite to whomever he encountered.

to be continued......