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To say that Kevin is a little overweight is a little like saying that Hitler was naughty. Whilst it’s true, it’s a bit of an understatement. Kevin’s not just big, he’s huge. He’s as wide as he is tall, and almost perfectly round.
Kevin had a friend. His name was Tom. In the same way that Kevin is a little overweight, Tom was a little bit smart. He was also the kind of kid that always handed in his homework on time, getting top marks, and did extra credit assignments. If he was a square, Kevin was a circle.
Kevin and Tom made shapes together on a regular basis – or so was our saying, not that it made much sense. How we longed for them to make further friends that we could laugh at – what reason could we find to call someone a triangle? Maybe if they had a love for Dairylea? There was a girl called Rhonda, which sounds a little like rhombus, but not only were my mates not aware of that particular quadrilateral, Rhonda wasn’t the kind of girl to hang out with the likes of Kevin and Tom. Hell, she didn’t even give us lot a look it.
I never saw Kevin when he wasn’t eating. Every morning he’d walk through the gate with half a blueberry muffin in one hand, and the crumbs of at least one of the chocolate variety strewn over his blazer. During registration he’d start on the mammoth lunch that his parents packed for him. I don’t know what they were thinking giving the boy a whole cooked chicken every day, but he sure did love pulling it to pieces whilst Ms Denver called our names out. I’m sure I never heard him answer his name clearly, it was always through a face-full of white meat.
He wasn’t fussy about what he ate. One lunch time we put him to the test. We found him sitting under a tree, just finishing off Tom’s lunch.
"Oi, circle, eat this donut," I said, offering him the sugary treat.
He took it and pushed it into his mouth – whole – with one finger. He licked his lips and burped loudly at us. One of my friends, Gavin, ventured into his lunch box and pulled out the uneaten crusts of his sandwiches. He rolled them together and with a squeeze made them stick.
"Oi, Circle, eat this!" Gavin hurled the crusts through the air, and we discovered that when it came to food, Kevin’s reactions were lightning fast.
Simon pushed the meat from his sausage roll with his finger and stuffed it with grass and twigs. "There you go circle," he said as he placed it in Kevin’s hand. Within seconds it was gone, and not a complaint about the contents, just another huge belch.
I don’t know whose idea it was to bring the square into the game – I was too busy trying to find discarded food in the bins to notice until it was too late.
"Oi, circle, eat this," I heard once more and I turned to see what they’d found to give him. I could hear Tom squealing, before that turned to a scream. If I thought that was loud I was in for a surprise when the it came to the crunch. The sound of bone cracking beneath grinding teeth remains with me to this day, and the site of Tom clenching his bloody stumps close to his chest.
I saw a jar of chocolate spread on the floor. Curiosity overcame me and I picked it up. Inside the trail of forced fingers remained. As I stood, fixed on the jar, I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned and found Kevin stood over me, blood and chocolate smeared over his face. The world froze around me as he snatched the jar from my grasp. Friends that should have come to my aid stood motionless. Nothing could stop Kevin as he grabbed my elbow and dunked my fist into the jar. I kicked him in the podgy shin, but he felt nothing. My fingers went into his cavernous mouth, and I felt them no more as his powerful jaw crushed them.
I must have passed out, because I remember nothing more until I woke in the hospital to find my right arm missing up to the elbow.
Simon and Gavin came to visit me after a few days. The doctors had been so clinical about it all, that I wouldn’t get it back, but that wasn’t the information I needed to know. Now was my chance to find out.
"Did he run out of chocolate spread?" I asked, touching my stump.
"No, that was gone by the wrist" answered Gavin. Simon moved to quieten him, Gave him that look.
"It’s okay Si, I need to know what happened." I said, and sat back, waiting for them to continue.
"He broke of your thumb and used it to clear out the jar," said Gavin, before turning white and stopping.
"Then he just kept going. Mr Carter came over, but he kept swatting him away like a bug. He just kept chewing away at that arm," said Simon.
"So did they overpower him?" I asked
"Nah, you’re not going to believe this." Said Si.
"He just stopped," continued Gavin.
"Stopped?" I queried.
"Yeah. Like he was full," said Gavin
"Full circle," said Simon.
Bloody hell, the beast was beaten. I never did ask what happened to him
Kevin had a friend. His name was Tom. In the same way that Kevin is a little overweight, Tom was a little bit smart. He was also the kind of kid that always handed in his homework on time, getting top marks, and did extra credit assignments. If he was a square, Kevin was a circle.
Kevin and Tom made shapes together on a regular basis – or so was our saying, not that it made much sense. How we longed for them to make further friends that we could laugh at – what reason could we find to call someone a triangle? Maybe if they had a love for Dairylea? There was a girl called Rhonda, which sounds a little like rhombus, but not only were my mates not aware of that particular quadrilateral, Rhonda wasn’t the kind of girl to hang out with the likes of Kevin and Tom. Hell, she didn’t even give us lot a look it.
I never saw Kevin when he wasn’t eating. Every morning he’d walk through the gate with half a blueberry muffin in one hand, and the crumbs of at least one of the chocolate variety strewn over his blazer. During registration he’d start on the mammoth lunch that his parents packed for him. I don’t know what they were thinking giving the boy a whole cooked chicken every day, but he sure did love pulling it to pieces whilst Ms Denver called our names out. I’m sure I never heard him answer his name clearly, it was always through a face-full of white meat.
He wasn’t fussy about what he ate. One lunch time we put him to the test. We found him sitting under a tree, just finishing off Tom’s lunch.
"Oi, circle, eat this donut," I said, offering him the sugary treat.
He took it and pushed it into his mouth – whole – with one finger. He licked his lips and burped loudly at us. One of my friends, Gavin, ventured into his lunch box and pulled out the uneaten crusts of his sandwiches. He rolled them together and with a squeeze made them stick.
"Oi, Circle, eat this!" Gavin hurled the crusts through the air, and we discovered that when it came to food, Kevin’s reactions were lightning fast.
Simon pushed the meat from his sausage roll with his finger and stuffed it with grass and twigs. "There you go circle," he said as he placed it in Kevin’s hand. Within seconds it was gone, and not a complaint about the contents, just another huge belch.
I don’t know whose idea it was to bring the square into the game – I was too busy trying to find discarded food in the bins to notice until it was too late.
"Oi, circle, eat this," I heard once more and I turned to see what they’d found to give him. I could hear Tom squealing, before that turned to a scream. If I thought that was loud I was in for a surprise when the it came to the crunch. The sound of bone cracking beneath grinding teeth remains with me to this day, and the site of Tom clenching his bloody stumps close to his chest.
I saw a jar of chocolate spread on the floor. Curiosity overcame me and I picked it up. Inside the trail of forced fingers remained. As I stood, fixed on the jar, I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned and found Kevin stood over me, blood and chocolate smeared over his face. The world froze around me as he snatched the jar from my grasp. Friends that should have come to my aid stood motionless. Nothing could stop Kevin as he grabbed my elbow and dunked my fist into the jar. I kicked him in the podgy shin, but he felt nothing. My fingers went into his cavernous mouth, and I felt them no more as his powerful jaw crushed them.
I must have passed out, because I remember nothing more until I woke in the hospital to find my right arm missing up to the elbow.
Simon and Gavin came to visit me after a few days. The doctors had been so clinical about it all, that I wouldn’t get it back, but that wasn’t the information I needed to know. Now was my chance to find out.
"Did he run out of chocolate spread?" I asked, touching my stump.
"No, that was gone by the wrist" answered Gavin. Simon moved to quieten him, Gave him that look.
"It’s okay Si, I need to know what happened." I said, and sat back, waiting for them to continue.
"He broke of your thumb and used it to clear out the jar," said Gavin, before turning white and stopping.
"Then he just kept going. Mr Carter came over, but he kept swatting him away like a bug. He just kept chewing away at that arm," said Simon.
"So did they overpower him?" I asked
"Nah, you’re not going to believe this." Said Si.
"He just stopped," continued Gavin.
"Stopped?" I queried.
"Yeah. Like he was full," said Gavin
"Full circle," said Simon.
Bloody hell, the beast was beaten. I never did ask what happened to him
Liked that :-)
:D
It was all nice and good early morning reading, but then the bone crunching...oh the bone crunching...
That's what I get for trusting Meka to come up with something sensible about 'Full Circle'. Marvellous. Another one for the top spot?
Heh, muchly good.
Although its one of those things that'll only work once over, y'know. So if I tried to read it again it'd probably bore me.
But that doesn't matter. It was wonderfully worded, told and expressed. As per usual, really.
Oh, and the link - bravo.
Although its one of those things that'll only work once over, y'know. So if I tried to read it again it'd probably bore me.
But that doesn't matter. It was wonderfully worded, told and expressed. As per usual, really.
Oh, and the link - bravo.
"Pleasantly surprised" doesn't even come near to this. Pure, unadulterated magic. Wonderous stuff :)
Quite childish and fanciful, reminded me of one of the made-up stories from Stand By Me.
I liked.
I liked.
Fantastic and completely original (and maybe slightly gross as well). Gold Star.
Oh, Meka Meka Meka, however do you come up with this stuff.
Wonderful.
Wonderful.
To say that Kevin is a little overweight is a little like saying that Hitler was naughty. Whilst it’s true, it’s a bit of an understatement. Kevin’s not just big, he’s huge. He’s as wide as he is tall, and almost perfectly round.
Kevin had a friend. His name was Tom. In the same way that Kevin is a little overweight, Tom was a little bit smart. He was also the kind of kid that always handed in his homework on time, getting top marks, and did extra credit assignments. If he was a square, Kevin was a circle.
Kevin and Tom made shapes together on a regular basis – or so was our saying, not that it made much sense. How we longed for them to make further friends that we could laugh at – what reason could we find to call someone a triangle? Maybe if they had a love for Dairylea? There was a girl called Rhonda, which sounds a little like rhombus, but not only were my mates not aware of that particular quadrilateral, Rhonda wasn’t the kind of girl to hang out with the likes of Kevin and Tom. Hell, she didn’t even give us lot a look it.
I never saw Kevin when he wasn’t eating. Every morning he’d walk through the gate with half a blueberry muffin in one hand, and the crumbs of at least one of the chocolate variety strewn over his blazer. During registration he’d start on the mammoth lunch that his parents packed for him. I don’t know what they were thinking giving the boy a whole cooked chicken every day, but he sure did love pulling it to pieces whilst Ms Denver called our names out. I’m sure I never heard him answer his name clearly, it was always through a face-full of white meat.
He wasn’t fussy about what he ate. One lunch time we put him to the test. We found him sitting under a tree, just finishing off Tom’s lunch.
"Oi, circle, eat this donut," I said, offering him the sugary treat.
He took it and pushed it into his mouth – whole – with one finger. He licked his lips and burped loudly at us. One of my friends, Gavin, ventured into his lunch box and pulled out the uneaten crusts of his sandwiches. He rolled them together and with a squeeze made them stick.
"Oi, Circle, eat this!" Gavin hurled the crusts through the air, and we discovered that when it came to food, Kevin’s reactions were lightning fast.
Simon pushed the meat from his sausage roll with his finger and stuffed it with grass and twigs. "There you go circle," he said as he placed it in Kevin’s hand. Within seconds it was gone, and not a complaint about the contents, just another huge belch.
I don’t know whose idea it was to bring the square into the game – I was too busy trying to find discarded food in the bins to notice until it was too late.
"Oi, circle, eat this," I heard once more and I turned to see what they’d found to give him. I could hear Tom squealing, before that turned to a scream. If I thought that was loud I was in for a surprise when the it came to the crunch. The sound of bone cracking beneath grinding teeth remains with me to this day, and the site of Tom clenching his bloody stumps close to his chest.
I saw a jar of chocolate spread on the floor. Curiosity overcame me and I picked it up. Inside the trail of forced fingers remained. As I stood, fixed on the jar, I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned and found Kevin stood over me, blood and chocolate smeared over his face. The world froze around me as he snatched the jar from my grasp. Friends that should have come to my aid stood motionless. Nothing could stop Kevin as he grabbed my elbow and dunked my fist into the jar. I kicked him in the podgy shin, but he felt nothing. My fingers went into his cavernous mouth, and I felt them no more as his powerful jaw crushed them.
I must have passed out, because I remember nothing more until I woke in the hospital to find my right arm missing up to the elbow.
Simon and Gavin came to visit me after a few days. The doctors had been so clinical about it all, that I wouldn’t get it back, but that wasn’t the information I needed to know. Now was my chance to find out.
"Did he run out of chocolate spread?" I asked, touching my stump.
"No, that was gone by the wrist" answered Gavin. Simon moved to quieten him, Gave him that look.
"It’s okay Si, I need to know what happened." I said, and sat back, waiting for them to continue.
"He broke of your thumb and used it to clear out the jar," said Gavin, before turning white and stopping.
"Then he just kept going. Mr Carter came over, but he kept swatting him away like a bug. He just kept chewing away at that arm," said Simon.
"So did they overpower him?" I asked
"Nah, you’re not going to believe this." Said Si.
"He just stopped," continued Gavin.
"Stopped?" I queried.
"Yeah. Like he was full," said Gavin
"Full circle," said Simon.
Bloody hell, the beast was beaten. I never did ask what happened to him
Kevin had a friend. His name was Tom. In the same way that Kevin is a little overweight, Tom was a little bit smart. He was also the kind of kid that always handed in his homework on time, getting top marks, and did extra credit assignments. If he was a square, Kevin was a circle.
Kevin and Tom made shapes together on a regular basis – or so was our saying, not that it made much sense. How we longed for them to make further friends that we could laugh at – what reason could we find to call someone a triangle? Maybe if they had a love for Dairylea? There was a girl called Rhonda, which sounds a little like rhombus, but not only were my mates not aware of that particular quadrilateral, Rhonda wasn’t the kind of girl to hang out with the likes of Kevin and Tom. Hell, she didn’t even give us lot a look it.
I never saw Kevin when he wasn’t eating. Every morning he’d walk through the gate with half a blueberry muffin in one hand, and the crumbs of at least one of the chocolate variety strewn over his blazer. During registration he’d start on the mammoth lunch that his parents packed for him. I don’t know what they were thinking giving the boy a whole cooked chicken every day, but he sure did love pulling it to pieces whilst Ms Denver called our names out. I’m sure I never heard him answer his name clearly, it was always through a face-full of white meat.
He wasn’t fussy about what he ate. One lunch time we put him to the test. We found him sitting under a tree, just finishing off Tom’s lunch.
"Oi, circle, eat this donut," I said, offering him the sugary treat.
He took it and pushed it into his mouth – whole – with one finger. He licked his lips and burped loudly at us. One of my friends, Gavin, ventured into his lunch box and pulled out the uneaten crusts of his sandwiches. He rolled them together and with a squeeze made them stick.
"Oi, Circle, eat this!" Gavin hurled the crusts through the air, and we discovered that when it came to food, Kevin’s reactions were lightning fast.
Simon pushed the meat from his sausage roll with his finger and stuffed it with grass and twigs. "There you go circle," he said as he placed it in Kevin’s hand. Within seconds it was gone, and not a complaint about the contents, just another huge belch.
I don’t know whose idea it was to bring the square into the game – I was too busy trying to find discarded food in the bins to notice until it was too late.
"Oi, circle, eat this," I heard once more and I turned to see what they’d found to give him. I could hear Tom squealing, before that turned to a scream. If I thought that was loud I was in for a surprise when the it came to the crunch. The sound of bone cracking beneath grinding teeth remains with me to this day, and the site of Tom clenching his bloody stumps close to his chest.
I saw a jar of chocolate spread on the floor. Curiosity overcame me and I picked it up. Inside the trail of forced fingers remained. As I stood, fixed on the jar, I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned and found Kevin stood over me, blood and chocolate smeared over his face. The world froze around me as he snatched the jar from my grasp. Friends that should have come to my aid stood motionless. Nothing could stop Kevin as he grabbed my elbow and dunked my fist into the jar. I kicked him in the podgy shin, but he felt nothing. My fingers went into his cavernous mouth, and I felt them no more as his powerful jaw crushed them.
I must have passed out, because I remember nothing more until I woke in the hospital to find my right arm missing up to the elbow.
Simon and Gavin came to visit me after a few days. The doctors had been so clinical about it all, that I wouldn’t get it back, but that wasn’t the information I needed to know. Now was my chance to find out.
"Did he run out of chocolate spread?" I asked, touching my stump.
"No, that was gone by the wrist" answered Gavin. Simon moved to quieten him, Gave him that look.
"It’s okay Si, I need to know what happened." I said, and sat back, waiting for them to continue.
"He broke of your thumb and used it to clear out the jar," said Gavin, before turning white and stopping.
"Then he just kept going. Mr Carter came over, but he kept swatting him away like a bug. He just kept chewing away at that arm," said Simon.
"So did they overpower him?" I asked
"Nah, you’re not going to believe this." Said Si.
"He just stopped," continued Gavin.
"Stopped?" I queried.
"Yeah. Like he was full," said Gavin
"Full circle," said Simon.
Bloody hell, the beast was beaten. I never did ask what happened to him