Apologies to Richard Burton

Goodtime Slim would not have believed, in the last minutes of the breakfast meal, that his fruit and spice muffins were being watched from the timeless places across the table.
He could not have dreamed his breakfast was being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.

For he had never even considered the possibility of greed on other chairs and yet, across the gulf of tabletop, a mind he considered immeasurably inferior to his regarded his breakfast with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, it drew it’s plans against him.