Last Supper

She should never have stayed for tea.

‘You’ll have summit t’eat?’

He wolfed his food, licking his fingers and consuming her with his eyes.

‘Them faggots was proper tasty.’

‘Thank you. They were very good. Can I use the phone now? I need to get back.’

‘What’s yer rush. The wife was always rushin’ around. Up the shops, up the town.’

‘Is she out now?’

‘She’s been planted under them floorboards for three years past. Aye, she’s gawn awf by now.’

He got up, flexed his back, walked over to the door and stood there.

‘You’ll be gawn awf soon.’