A tale in many parts

Chapter one

Mr. Minke sat in his navy blue armchair. Against the dark floral wall paper, the chair appeared to be a blob of solid color. Mr. Minke’s sausage fingers dangled over the edge of the armrests. Each finger seemed larger than the one before, yet small compared to the hand and arm which held them all together. One arm itself must have been 24inches in diameter at its widest point. If the skin from around his arms was stretched out it would be the height of an 8year old boy. Those 8 year old boy arms piled into shoulders the size of a rhinoceros which slouched into his neck. The neck was the most interesting part of Mr. Minke’s upper body. It existed without really existing. It was a pile of what seemed to be the collected and unwanted thighs of thousands of years of liposuction. There was no defining moment where the pile of skin turned into a face. But there was a hint of two beady eyes and A flat shapeless mouth opened slightly and wheezed a forced breath into the stale air.
He peeled his thick back off the cheap material of the armchair and released all his weight onto the round stubs that were his legs. He stood on his inflated feet and made his way across the room. Slowly but surely he arrived at the old pc that sat on a crumb covered desk. He fell into the chair and dust jumped into the room. As he sat down a little spout of water squirted out from the top of his head. It landed in a small puddle to the left of the key board. “its almost time” he thought as he skimmed the puddle with one of his sausage fingers and brought it to his mouth. “I better get moving.”