Dinner Starts in an Hour

The cold wind touches his face.
He stares blankly at his bloody hand.
Squish    Squish   Squish
Fingers entwine under the rib cage.
He pulls things out and lays them in his lap.
Squish    Squish   Squish
His hands slap the inside like a drum.
He thinks it sounds interesting in the key of E.
Squish    Squish   Squish
He stifles a yawn with the back of a hand.
He stands up wiping his hands on his legs.
Brush     Brush    Brush
He doesn't want his wife to worry.
Dinner starts in an hour.