Colossal she’d called him. He could handle lard ass, chubster, even blubber boy, but colossal was going one step beyond.
That step took him from pleasant obedient Alfie - lap poodle, to resentful vicious Alfonso - Rottweiler.
In his head of course, it was always only in his head. The things he’d pictured doing to her when he was Alfonso couldn’t be voiced - he’d be carted off to the secure unit.
Part of him secretly longed for that though. The padded cell, the protection of the straight jacket – she couldn’t get to him there, slice him open with her throw away lacerations.
From the plush carpet he picked discarded clothing and dirty underwear, relishing their silky feel on his skin before depositing them in the laundry.
“For God’s sake blubber boy; you’re such a disgusting excuse for a human being!” she shouted from the bathroom.
“What do you mean?” he asked, already realising she’d seen him lingering over her knickers through the mirror.
“You know what I mean. Mind you, that’s as close as you’ll ever get to a woman intimately. You being the size of a row of houses an’ all.”
“I’m not that fat Cassandra!”
“Wanna bet? If you got on top of a girl she’d feel like she’d been crushed by avalanche! Now book me that taxi. I’ve to be at the studio in an hour, and make sure my liposuction’s sorted for tomorrow.”
Liposuction? She looked like a stick insect already.
Nevertheless, she was his stick insect and he worshipped her. He’d been her personal slave for the last five years, tending to her every need and whim.
Alfie loved that she needed him. That would have to be enough. He put up with her cruelty just to be near her.
She breezed in “Move aside… God, you really are colossal these days!”
Colossal again. Alfonso strained at the leash, his lips peeled back revealing razor sharp teeth.
“Come on, move it lard ass, or I’ll have to think of replacing you …”
Replacing him? Never! The leash snapped - the Rottweiler was free.
Suddenly she was under him.
Her eyes popped in horror as his massive weight crushed the breath from her. Fat fingers pinched her nose and covered her mouth, her pitiful kicks made no impression on his bulk.
She lay still.
Suddenly the Rottweiler morphed to poodle.
The silence was overwhelming, massive... colossal.
We love every piece that we publish, but sadly can only nominate eight for the Best of the Net Awards -- two in the prose category and six t...
One day the planet tilted just ever so slightly to the left and everyone and everything I’d ever known in between fell off. It wasn’t easy t...
A shaft of sunlight fell across the worn herringbone floor, drawing his gaze upwards to the flawless blue sky beyond the row of windows, ...
Before we launch into a new year at FlashFlood, we'd like to take a moment to celebrate all our 2021 award nominees. Congratulations to ...