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Rubber Fruit

Strange place for a basket, I thought. I never really understood the appeal of putting the things way up high, on the fridge say, or the ledge at the top of the cupboards. Still, I was curious.



I pulled the kitchen chair from the table and slid it across the floor to the counter. If my grandma had been here, her shrill screech would have popped an eardrum; "don't drag that chair across the floor!" There's probably some part of me that defiantly moved the chair on the floor the way I did, just to piss her off. Then again, I'd imagine whatever afterlife she finally found, she's not worried about. She never really was unless I was in her line of sight. I stood up on the chair and grabbed the edge of the plastic wicker basket that had got my attention. The colour of the rubber grapes was indistinguishable from the dust. I never really got the idea of rubber fruit, but I turned them over in the basket and replaced it.

posted by September @ 8:51 AM