All You Can Eat

The restaurant served pizza, steak, burgers, French toast, and pancakes. They also had salad.

Olig's eyes widened at this banquet. He'd never seen that much food before.

Five bucks. That's all that he needed.

He grabbed a plate, threw three pizza slices, and topped them with a burger and a juicy steak. He snatched a small bowl, tossed some salad, and juggled his way to the nearest table.

Olig placed the food on the table and admired his catch. He looked at his belly. "You're going to grow," he said.

A robust man pointed at Olig. "I used to be as skinny as you." The man grabbed his generous stomach. "But I grew." He laughed, sprinkling food toward Olig.

Olig nodded and sat. He looked around. A plump lady swallowed a pizza slice in a single go. A kid with two straws in his nostrils munched on a huge burguer.

Nausea hit Olig, and he stormed out of the restaurant. He inhaled the night's air and shook his head, thinking. I'll never be like them. Never.

Two years after he arrived at the promised land, Olig sat at a restaurant, waiting for his food to arrive.

A young waitress with a perfect smile placed a plate on the table. "House special."

"Thanks," said Olig, eyeing the lobster and steak dish. A mash potato wall surrounded the meal.

As the waitress walked to another table, Olig admired her slim figure.

He sighed. "I used to be that skinny."