The Soup Eaters
by Rick Claypool
A man and a woman are sitting at their table eating soup.
“I’m hungry,” says the woman. “Give me more meat.”
“That’s all there is,” replies the man. “There is no more.”
The woman ceases to love the man. Later, she boils him in a pot to make a more substantial soup. She feels no remorse.
But it wasn’t him she boiled. And she is surprised by how thrilled she feels when he joins her at their dinner table again for soup. There is more than enough for two now.
Together they eat and wonder whom she might have boiled.
A man and a woman are sitting at their table eating soup.
“I’m hungry,” says the woman. “Give me more meat.”
“That’s all there is,” replies the man. “There is no more.”
The woman ceases to love the man. Later, she boils him in a pot to make a more substantial soup. She feels no remorse.
But it wasn’t him she boiled. And she is surprised by how thrilled she feels when he joins her at their dinner table again for soup. There is more than enough for two now.
Together they eat and wonder whom she might have boiled.
