Here’s my entry to Flash Frenzy Round 39. The photo prompt was a pumpkin. That’s it. I thought out outside the box a little for this one.
Photo Credit: Ashwin Rao via Angry Hourglass.
Trudy’s Carer
“Another piece of pumpkin pie sweetie?”
“Lay it on me.”
John sat on the edge of the bed next to Trudy. He took the last slice of pie from the plate and held it while Trudy devoured half the slice in one mouthful. John licked his own lips.
“That’s real nice.”
“Yeah, it is.”
John popped the tab on a Coke and tipped it into Trudy’s mouth. He wiped her lips with a napkin. He looked at her beautiful face and her gorgeous body and was amazed with the progress they’d made. Only two years and she’d done so well.
“Sponge bath honey?”
“Oh yeah. I am sweating like a pee eye gee.”
John reached into one of the buckets by the bed and retrieved a wash cloth from the tepid water. He wrung it out then began wiping down Trudy’s body, prising apart the folds of flesh and wiping out the sweat and grime.
“That feels real good.”
“Yeah, it does.”
They’d had some trouble with bedsores. Angry, weeping wounds that made the air smell of cheese even when it wasn’t cheese night. Now John was careful to turn Trudy regularly and make sure her skin was dry and moisturized.
“Ready for a turnin’ dumplin’?”
“Sure am. Getting a little hot on my lower back.”
John slipped his hands under her side and buried them deep under her body. He was amazed and thrilled at the weight bearing down on his arms. He started a little rocking motion.
“You roll with me angel cake, I can’t do this on my own.”
“Sure thing.”
When she was lying on her side, John wiped down her back with the washcloth, dried her with a towel and rubbed emollient into the skin. He adored her skin, so soft and warm.
“You in the mood baby pie?”
“I am if you are.”
John began to undress, all the time eying Trudy’s body hungrily. She must be 420 pounds, maybe even 430. It won’t be long till we reach that magic 500.
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