I picked up the fruit and held it up to get a good look at it. It felt cool and smooth to the touch, and the scent was... alluring. Softly alluring. I notice my mouth is filling with saliva. I wonder if that's normal. Probably. Humans are definitely like that, very sensual beings.
I tried to open the fruit the way Lisa had shown me, but I couldn't quite do it and only succeeded in tearing the thing in half. I sighed. Even back home I wasn't the best coordinated person around. Figures that would be the one thing about me that wouldn't change. Oh well. Onwards.
The inside of the fruit is a pale yellow. I touch it with the tip of my finger and pull back instantly. It's cold. And sort of moist. I hadn't expected that. But it wasn't a bad feeling. I touched it again, pressing my fingertip into the soft flesh and making a small hollow. Scent wafted upwards and the saliva production increased noticeably. Instinct overran intellect and before I think my actions through, I dug in with my fingers and broke a small chunk off, thrusting it into my mouth and began chewing.
I froze in astonishment.
It was wonderful! Sort of soft and firm at the same time, and the chill of the flesh was making my mouth happy, and the taste... oh the taste. Sort of pale, if pale could be a flavor. How can that be a flavor? I didn't know. None of it made sense, and yet it all made sense.
I finished chewing the small piece and swallowed automatically. Swallowing. Now there's a strange experience if there ever was one. In my last few hours on this planet this sensation has to be the most extraordinary one of all. The feeling of some lump sliding down my throat towards the center of my body had my brain screaming that that was wrong, that I should be choking. And then it was done. I could feel a small chilled spot in my abdomen, and a growing feeling of want.
How strange.
Sighing, I gently put the broken fruit down on the table before me and stood up. Time was short, and I still had many things to do before the night was done. With a last lingering glance back, I left the diner and walked on.
(Exercise idea taken from: I'd Rather Be Writing by Marcia Golub.)
Currently listening to: Fly Me To The Moon - Frank Sinatra
Currently consuming: H2O and homemade chocolate-chocolate biscotti
"To hell with the odds. All that matters in life is that we try."
-Captain Dylan Hunt
1 comment:
The tense is a lil mixed up, but that's ok. I didn't proofread this one, just trying to write and see what comes out.
Sort of like how I cook dinner. lol
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