Medckmed, era un glotón de primera, le encantaba comer; tenía sus platillos predilectos y ni se diga de los postres. Su madre le decía, que si alguna mujer le conocía, sabría que le conquistaría por medio del estómago, Medckmed, siempre sonreía, cuando la oía decirle esto; pero lo que no sabía él, que este pecado capital, llamado gula, como tal tenía su parte oscura... pues cuando él se sentaba a comer sus comidas favoritas, no tenía un mañana, parecía que no se saciaba con nada. Ya se empezaba a notar en su ya regordeta figura.

Un día conoció a Margaret, una chica nada agraciada, que al verlo se prendó de él, pero Medckmed de ella no; ella no era de su interés, pues él decía que, al igual que sabía apreciar la buena comida, también a las lindas chicas y riéndose juró que con ella nada tendría, de una forma muy despectiva. Pronto, Margaret supo del desdén del galán, de sus sueños y esto la llenó de amargura; pero también sabía de su amor por la comida; así que se daría a la tarea de averiguar cuál era el platillo al que no se podía negar …

Ideó un plan muy bien pensado y se hizo amiga de la madre de Medckmed, ¿Quién más sabría su platillo favorito?, y a las pocas visitas y conversaciones, lo supo y no era otra comida que la sopa de cebollas acompañada de una simple garrafa de agua, ese era su delirio. En cuanto pudo, se puso manos a la obra y se dispuso a preparar su sopa de cebollas especial; la acompañó de rebanadas de pan y para beber una gran garrafa de agua. Margaret, al terminar su plato, sonreía maliciosamente...

Toda su preparación, la guardó en una cesta para pic nic y se dispuso a encontrar a Medckmed, ya que se conocía su rutina diaria por su madre. Lo espero por el puente donde siempre pasaba cada tarde; al verlo destapo la canasta y le saludó muy gentilmente, Medckmed al verla, se sobresaltó, pensó: "qué mujer tan fea, parece una bruja" sin saber, que predecía su futuro. .. Al instante, pudo oler el agradable y apetitoso olor que desprendía toda ella. De una vez vio el motivo y no pudo contenerse, se detuvo en seco. Margaret, al ver que había conseguido lo esperado, su atención, lo invitó a comer de aquello; él, sin demora, no esperó más invitación y donde vio que podía sentarse, lo hizo.

Medckmed, empezó a comer desaforadamente, sin fijarse que Margaret no comía, solamente lo observaba con una sonrisa tonta en el rostro, eso creyó él... al terminar y salir de su trance, ya no quedaba absolutamente nada. Se fue a casa, pero desde entonces, no pudo quitarse a la fea Margaret de su mente. No sabía si era por su exquisita comida o por qué, pero quería seguir comiendo de su comida. Esa mujer tenía un toque especial en su "sazón" que lo volvía loco. Otras comidas no lo llenaban como de costumbre, sabía que tenía que estar con ella, su obsesión con ella era palpable...

Le propuso matrimonio a Margaret, todo sea por su comida, así que al vuelo de un pájaro, se casaron. Margaret siguió cocinando sus platos favoritos, con su ingrediente secreto... aguardando el destino final de Medckmed, que reventara de tanta gordura, era su cruel deseo y, a los meses, su corazón no soportó. Ya Margaret podría darle uso a aquella lámina de concreto que compró el día, que supo del desprecio de Medckmed , junto a aquella pócima que le dio la bruja del pueblo. Su venganza ya era un hecho, la gula había hecho su trabajo…

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Esta es mi participacion en Cuéntame una historia - 21 de mayo de 2024. LLegue a este nuevo concurso de la mano de la amiga @cirangela, agradezco su amable invitación 🌼. Invito a mis amigas @actioncats y @popurri.

Medckmed was a first class glutton, he loved to eat; he had his favorite dishes, not to mention desserts. His mother used to tell him that if any woman knew him, she would know that he would conquer her through her stomach. Medckmed always smiled when he heard her say this; but what he didn't know was that this capital sin, called gluttony, as such had its dark side... because when he sat down to eat his favorite foods, he didn't have a tomorrow, it seemed that he couldn't get enough of anything. It was already beginning to show in his already plump figure.

One day he met Margaret, an unattractive girl, who on seeing him fell in love with him, but not Medckmed; she was of no interest to him, for he said that, just as he could appreciate good food, he could also appreciate pretty girls and laughingly swore that he would have nothing to do with her, in a very derogatory way. Soon, Margaret learned of his disdain, of his dreams and this filled her with bitterness; but she also knew of his love for food; so she would take on the task of finding out which dish he could not refuse....

She devised a well thought out plan and befriended Medckmed's mother, who else would know her favorite dish, and within a few visits and conversations, she found out and it was no other food than onion soup accompanied by a simple carafe of water, that was her delirium. As soon as she could, she got down to work and set about preparing her special onion soup; she accompanied it with slices of bread and to drink a large carafe of water. Margaret, as she finished her dish, smiled mischievously....

All her preparation, she put it away in a picnic basket and set out to find Medckmed, as her daily routine was known to her mother. She waited for him by the bridge where she always passed every afternoon; when she saw him she uncovered the basket and greeted him very kindly, Medckmed was startled when he saw her, he thought: "what an ugly woman, she looks like a witch" without knowing, that she was predicting his future. .. Instantly, he could smell the pleasant and appetizing odor that she gave off. All at once he saw the reason and unable to contain himself, he stopped in his tracks. Margaret, seeing that he had gotten what he expected, her attention, invited him to eat of it; he, without delay, did not wait for any more invitation and where he saw that he could sit down, he did.

Medckmed, began to eat wildly, without noticing that Margaret was not eating, she was only watching him with a silly smile on her face, he thought... When he finished and came out of his trance, there was absolutely nothing left. He went home, but from then on, he couldn't get ugly Margaret out of his mind. He didn't know if it was because of her exquisite food or why, but he wanted to keep eating her food. That woman had a special touch in her "seasoning" that drove him crazy. Other foods didn't fill him up as usual, he knew he had to be with her, his obsession with her was palpable....

He proposed to Margaret, all for her food, so as the crow flies, they were married. Margaret continued to cook her favorite dishes, with her secret ingredient... awaiting Medckmed's final fate, that he would burst from so much fat, it was her cruel wish and, after months, her heart could not take it. Margaret could no longer make use of the concrete sheet she had bought the day she learned of Medckmed's contempt, together with the potion given to her by the village witch. Her revenge was already a fact, gluttony had done its work....

This is my entry in Tell me a story - May 21, 2024. I arrived to this new contest by the hand of friend @cirangela, I appreciate her kind invitation 🌼. I invite my friends @actioncats and @popurri.