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Overdue Pig Chop

Mr. Leigh, as it turned out, was a fat man who resembled a pig in more ways than just his physical features. His personality was snobbish and he inhaled the food he was eating. 

We arrived at his door late on Friday afternoon. The door itself was hanging limply in the frame and several bits of wood were lying on the porch. 'Shabby' was the word that came to my mind whilst looking at the disheveled house. In reality the house was almost falling apart. Old age and the lack of care from the owner could do that to a house. It was a sad sight to see a run down house. Houses held memories, from days of old to the days that stretch out ahead of us. 

Crynanthia towns were divided but Mr. Leigh had found what could be the perfect real estate. It sat right between the poor houses and the rich.  Obviously houses did not mean much to the man who knew he was living on his deathbed. 

Knock. Knock. Knock. My fist rapped on the door and alerted the pig to my presence. Grim lurked behind me with a polite smile tugging his lips upward. 

"Mr. Leigh? Are you there? I need to speak with you." I tried my best to keep my voice as professional as possible but lack of energy clawed at my functions. A grunt came from inside the structure and I forced thoughts about the pigman into the back of my mind. 

I stepped over the threshold and was hit with a repulsive smell. The odour crept into every crevice and caused me to scrunch up my nose. Glancing around to see where the smell came from, I saw a blue light coming from the next room. I assumed that was where Mr. Leigh would be. 

My feet caught on bits of paper and I could hear Grim a few feet behind me failing to be as quiet as he liked to be. Hopping forward, I reached the room where the blue light and the putrid smell came from. Just as I guessed, Mr. Leigh was sitting on an armchair with eyes glued to the screen placed directly in front of him. 

I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat when I saw the pig's rolls of fat spilling over the chair. Millions of people were starving all around this man yet he still thought it was okay to gorge himself to the brim. 

"You foul creature." The words fell from my mouth without me thinking and the slip up brought me back to my senses and the stench which was significantly worse in this room.  The clients face scrunched up at my words.

"You're the sales women. You didn't need to come here, you bit-"

"You're overdue Mr. Leigh. Did you think you could hide in the stench of your decomposing house? As of recently you're my client and I'm here for payment." I cut the man off before he voiced his thoughts about me and the job I didn't have. The man's face paled as he thought about what I said. The red of his cheeks dulled to a bright pink like the fuschia cart I had redecorated. "You're so slow, pork chop. You missed your own death."

A pathetic whimper left the fat bastard as my knives shone in the light of his television. My knives cut his throat quickly drawing blood as red as his face. "Night night, sleep tight."

The red dripped onto the floor and I watched as it disappeared into the mess. Turning to Grim, I laughed sleepily.

"I'll huff and I'll puff, and blow your house down."