"Heavenless"
29. Devour
It didn't take long for her to locate an Arby's, and, despite the protests of everyone involved, go in. It was the cheapest and fastest way she could eat, and she was desperate for anything edible, anything at all.
Brigitte barged right in and was greeted with the bright lights, cheap plastic-tinted oranges, whites and reds, the smell of fries and Styrofoam. Perfect.
She just ordered whatever, didn't even know what it was, didn't care either. Blindly, she paid, got her change, got her food, located the nearest table, sat down and started to devour it.
There was meat in it somewhere, tender, juicy, scrumptious, beautiful, delicious meat and every time it touched her tongue, the taste sent shivers down her spine. She stuck more of it into her mouth, more and more, until her cheeks ached and her jaw strained under the pressure. She couldn't help it.
Ginger's ghost, sitting across the table from her, watched her eat and smiled. When Brigitte was done with the entire meal, right down to the last stray scrap, she felt a sense of weariness.
But some part of her wanted to eat more. Not of the patties and the fries and the rest, but the meat. The smell of it was, however faint, in the air and distinguishable.
Hunger pains, huh? Not a good sign.
"It's not like that."
Oh? And what is it like?
"I'm just hungry."
Sure you are, you big suck. Sure you are.
