The Table

There wasn't much left to deal with. Of course, they now had much less than what they had started with roughly fifteen minutes earlier, but having less was the point, and what had made the indulgence worthwhile. In front of three men were the scattered remains of a masterpiece. They felt lucky to just be there. It had been too long since they had been able to enjoy a conversation with one another and rare for them to be together in one room and extraordinary for them to have shared such an abundance of goodness. They leaned back in their chairs and felt the fullness of the act rise inside of them. Finally, one of them decided to act. He stretched out his arm over the table and waved back and forth over the remaining food and dishes and said, almost as a sigh, "Now, who is going to clean this up?"