Herbert wandered, lost in thought. He came to a fork in the road. Confused, he bent and picked it up. Fine silverware, no sign of tarnish. Curious.
"Well?" said a voice from below. Herbert glanced down to see a kneeling man in what had once been a fine suit, now dirty and bedraggled, straining at the seams to contain the immense girth of its owner. Indeed, it was odd he hadn't seen the man, so large was he. His mouth was smeared with dirt.
"Well," the man said again, "start eating."
Eventually, Herbert regretted taking an extra cake at tea.
My Hugo Ballot 2014
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