As the old pair quizzaciously laughed at the young boy who stumbled as he walked by. They looked each other as if they both had agastopia for the eyes of their partner. They were ensnared, the peaceful silence couldn’t take long enough. The loquacious boy had already disappeared as the couple finally broke the quietness, and the lardaceous man started “What dinner would you like this evening?”

“I have not yet decided.” She took up the paper next to her on the park bench they had been sitting on all this time. She laughed and said: “Well as long as it’s salt free the gabelle has been reinstituted”

“All this balderdashery among politicians for esoteric reasons to get some more money out of our pockets is making me sick. We shouldn’t have to worry about money issues since we have finally reached our retirement. Instead we should celebrate it. Let’s go out this evening and let our passion be known by all whom think that old people are outdated.” The man said.

The wife looked with a lot of admiration to her passionate husband. She took another look at the newspaper and pointed at a prominently featured picture at the front page.

The old man squinted his eyes, but not being able to do so he eventually shook his head and said: “What are you pointing at dear? I only see a crooked fellow and you know I don’t have my reading glasses with me”

“I am mostly hungry for action, as you just noted. Why don’t we try and finding this thug?” the woman said with a glint of fire in her eyes.

“How do you suggest we find such a man before the bluecoats do?” The man asked with a deep frown.

“The article states that he attacks rich looking people in a weakened state.”

“You mean we’ll bait the criminal so as to meet this man.”

The woman nodded “yes that is exactly my plan.”

“What a marvellous plan, yes let us begin I will a walking stick in town and get into character.”

“I will go back home and put some work into my attire as well.”


Later that night in a back alley a bulky man pushed the couple against the wall “Do you want our money? Because we really don’t have, but I am always ready for a sparring match.”

“Sure you are, old-timer” The mugger said mockingly.

“I am not someone with kakorrhaphiophobia.”

“What did you just say to me” the thug said.

“Clearly uneducated as expected right dear. I am quite certain my lamprophony was on point.” The old man said as he turned towards his partner.

“Maybe this one will do for our meal”

The thug shot his fist angrily at the gentleman at a dazzling speed. He punched right through to man.

“Pah, that was just my afterimage.” The gentle man said.
Before the thug could react, his cheek was already imbedded with a fist of the gentleman.


The thug slowly opened his eyes. When he awakened, he felt an enormous numbing pain in his arm. He looked to his left arm with his groggy view. He started to panic. He tried to shout but only inaudible noises left his jaws. His mouth was covered by some kind of gag.

“A finally you are awake then our dinner can begin. Darling! Our spectator has gained consciousness.” He turned toward the thug hanging by a rope from the ceiling. “Well you must have many questions but we just like our meal to be apart of our meal if you know what I am saying.”

Still confused the thug didn’t know were to look nor were to begin thinking of what was going on.

The Lady entered the room with a large pot in her delicate hands. “dinner is ready.” She says happily. She takes the lit of the pot and there it was an arm lying there in the pot.

Horrified the thug looked for anything to get out of this situation but it looked hopeless. He had to watch how his arm was going to be eaten by these cannibals.