A Man Named Fatso

The Stage Deli was empty on that Tuesday, so Fatso and Ma sat at a four-top, just the two of them. “Show a little dignity,” Ma said as she bit into her corned beef. She mumbled something, muted by her mouthful, but Fatso figured she was saying something about buying clothes that fit him better, and he thumped his heavy fist down so hard that his plate danced. His face turned red. “You buy them!” he said and he pushed himself up. “You fucking buy them!” he yelled, chest heaving dramatically above Ma, who didn’t even flinch.

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Title by: Tiggs
Story by: Nick

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