Gluttony Thicket
Gluttony Thicket
As we drew nearer to our bus stop, the brush seemed to grow denser and taller the further we drove in. It was darker here, because the dense brush blocked much of the sunlight from passing through and where it was able to permeate, it cause patchy bright spots surrounded by crowds of overlapping shadows. A feeling of butterflies in the pits of our stomachs started welling up inside of us as we began to to imagine what was awaiting us here, but we didn’t let that feeling get the best of us because we had many things to feel reassured by and secure about. First of all, Father Wolfergger would still be able to remain with us but he had explained well that the trial was still ours and the obstacles and set backs made purely because of our vice and attachments, would be up to us to work through. He would serve as spiritual director and guide, but progress otherwise was up to us.
Just before Anita was glancing at Fred, he saw a sign that read Gluttony Thicket and immediately he had an almost uncontrollable urge to eat a whole lemon margarine pie as he had done many times in his youth then he started to feel itchy.
When the bus reaches our drop off point and we stepped off of the bus, in a passing glance I noticed my uncle seemed a little uncomfortable, I saw him scratching around his neck. He didn’t mention anything though so I decided not say anything. Anyhow, I was starting to feel a bit worn out with a slight headache setting in. A little achey too. “That’s strange” I thought. “I was feeling fine on the bus.”
As Anita was glanced at her uncle a second time, he looked all puffed up like the Pillsbury Doughboy including a Doughboy ridiculous smile.
