10:16 a.m. - Tuesday, Mar. 23, 2010
Apples
I was waiting for the crowd around the raspberries to dissipate . . .but they were a hot item on Sunday evening. I'll just get bananas instead . . .I found myself inadvertently walking through an apple orchard. And I stopped and closed my eyes and just smelled the sweet, crisp flavors. A moment of clarity.
Her hair was short. Brown with blonde highlights. Her skin was pale and her eyes were blue. She was wearing glasses today. Black-rimmed glasses that made me take a second look. She forgot to turn off the camera when she turned to process my transaction. I glanced up at the screen . . .the v-neck of her sweater seductively revealing the soft, sloping cleavage of her breasts. I felt embarrassed to be looking. She was soft, feminine, gentle. I wanted to kiss her. I looked away.
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