Stories From The Head

From Riches to Rags Yes sir, you could rarely find a poorer man than Huttut. He owned one thing in the whole world - hunger. A biting, angry hunger that he thought he'd never get rid of. In a way Huttut had grown fond of the hunger. "I know, it sounds crazy", shouted Huttut to a room full of strangers, "but I've grown fond of my hunger". No one listened, except Krassa, who had excellent hearing. "Well son. It's all you got", Krassa said through his translator, aptly named Translator, though her real name was D. After six years of loving his hunger Huttut stumbled onto some food. A lot of food. Shocked and frightened, he pondered what to do. "Eat the food", his mother, Lakkaddan used to say. "Eat the food". Huttut held the food close, knowing that he now owned two things - food and hunger. He was no longer poor. Possessed by his new-found richness he devoured the food. "Damn that’s tasty", he thought. He leaned back, half asleep. Suddenly he realised that by eating the food, he now possessed nothing. His hunger had been cancelled out by the food, which he lost by eating. He was poorer than ever. No food, no hunger. Huttut never recovered. He never will....

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