Adrian

They stood in line with their green trays, waiting to be served, it was their favourite eating place, a cafeteria, someone had even placed an accent on the word, over the first 'e', 'be generous with the brown beans', he was heard to say, dentures rattling, proceeded to sit at the table nearest, the chair creaked modestly and was silenced by a staccato of at least seven explosions, they could have only come from the sigmoid, soundwaves, wet in their noisy expression, if you get my drift and are able to visualise and perhaps even experience, in your mind, near the cranial olfactory nerve, the ambience and the essence of this ah, so human and yet so animalistic thing. He ate with obvious gusto, undisturbed by glances, whispers and the envy of the young.