Purpled Fingers

"How is your dinner, Mindy?" I asked, smiling as I took another bite. This was the best dinner I'd made for her thus far. I was the ultimate chef. No one could have ever compared to my cooking. I was the God of kitchen, master of cuisine. That night, I had prepared for us steak and gravy, sided with mashed potatoes and green beans. I had my steak rare, as I had always liked. I loved when the blood dripped down the corners of my face, trickling down the under of my chin.

            She smiled at me, her delightful face lighting up as she did so. On her eyelids was a lovely shade of purple, and a dash of red along her lip. She was very nice to look at, her hair draped in noodle-like strands of blonde down her shoulders, shaken up and knotted. The purple suited her eyes well, although, the puffiness was a little distracting. "It's wonderful, Tom." She said, taking a quick bite. I watched as she ate, and she continued to smile at me with her bright smile, letting me know she enjoyed it. She was so enthusiastic to eat my wonderful food, and I had no doubt she would have enjoyed it. The food I had specially prepared for her was food made for Gods, and I was giving her insight to what it was like to be a God, such as myself.

            "I made it just for you, friend." I smiled at her, and noticed how she always showed her teeth towards me. "You've been so good lately. I thought I'd treat you."

            "Thank you so much." She said, and continued to eat more. I noticed the same shade of purple on her knuckles, and I pondered about where those had come from. Images of a door slamming shut on her delicate fingers popped into my powerful mind, and I smiled. "This is the best food I've ever eaten in my life, Tom. You are the best cook. I'd love for you to cook every night."

            "If you behave, I'll cook for you every night." I said, and brought my plate to the sink, and quickly rinsing it. As I stood rinsing, I looked in the mirror positioned just above the sink, and noted how beautiful I was. I was the most handsome man on the face of the earth, I thought. Perhaps, even the entire universe. My face was constructed passionately by God himself. There was no man that was more handsome than me. Even the men that were on the covers of magazines were nothing compared to me. Dirt. Shreds of paper they were in a trash can compared to me. God made me in his own image, in his own likeness. Everyone would bow to me, in time. I was only waiting for the day God would come down and tell me when.

            "Mindy," I called. "You know that I am handsome, right?"

            "You are the most handsome man on the planet, Tom." She said, and I turned to face her. "I have never met a man so handsome in my life, Tom."

            I grinned. What a delicate thing to say, I thought. She could have said more, but her lack of intelligence had probably prohibited her from saying any more. But, I knew she was right. There was no creature more divine as me, and I was very aware of it. "That is why you are my favorite, Mindy." I said, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine. "That is why you get to eat with me. You see who I truly am. Your sisters don't."

            "Thank you." She said. I seated a glass next to her plate, and filled the crystal with maroon. I watched the red wine slowly creep up the glass. "The other girls don't see you for who you – "

            With a gorgeous swiftness, I slammed the bottle of wine down, and generously slapped her across the face. She shrieked, and I smiled to watch her wince in pain, as I had slapped over the purple already on her eyes, creating a deeper purple. I loved the makeup I put on her face with my hands, it seemed like pure artform to me. She should be honored to have my marks on her. "They are not the other girls," I corrected spitefully, staying calm and collected. "those are your sisters." She peered up at me, her eye nearly swollen shut and purpled, along with her fingertips that covered her art. I picked up the wine bottle once more, and continued to pour wine into her precious glass. "Jordan Cab Sauvignon. Very expensive wine. I hope you enjoy it." I said, leaning back in the dining chair, and took a swift sip. The light bulb that hung over the kitchen table flickered, and I wondered if we had any more bulbs in the storage unit on this floor.