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THE FORGOTTEN FRUIT

The peach was soft and fuzzy, bruise less and juicy, waiting to be tasted.

Yet no one would touch it.

Maybe it was because it was the last peach left in the ceramic fruit bowl.

Or maybe no one craved peaches anymore.

It sat in the sun for weeks, getting softer and changing its pale peach colour to a sandy burnt orange.

No one ate it or threw it away.

 

Anna-Lynn

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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