Lawrence Alabaster

Gorp

Gorp was hungry. He hoped the lady would come back and bring him more food. Gorp’s head felt fuzzy, and he had trouble remembering. He remembered he liked the lady. She would bring him food and show him photos of the old Gorp. Gorp liked that. “Gooooorp!” Gorp moaned involuntarily, and a large amount of drool rolled down the side of his mouth and onto his stained and dirty shirt. Gorp shuffled slowly round the basement. Gorp could smell dried blood on his shirt, and it always made him hungry. He began to chew a little on his sleeve. Gorp liked to chew things. That was how he had gotten free of his rope. Foooood… Hungry! Gorp felt an uncontrollable hunger these days. Old Gorp was not like that. The lady had shown him her shiny thing, her “heart shaped locket”. Old Gorp was there. He did not look hungry like new Gorp. “Gooorp” Gorp moaned again (he did that a lot) and shuffled back and forth in his basement. Gorp didn’t like the basement. It was dark and there were lots of things for Gorp to bump into. And worst of all. There was no food. Gorp wished the lady would come back.