18 February 2013
Knife cutting through the glossy inside of the fruit. Blurred, sweet water dribbles onto the table. The pit, pushing an holding the fruit together comes out. I sink my teeth into it. The taste prickles my taste buds with delight, the sweetness controlling my brain. Juice drops drop round' the fuzzy half surface of the peach. It just made my Summer day fresh
Peach • Opuss № I