Crimson and scarlet fruits decorated with little cream-coloured seeds beckon from the clear plastic container in my refrigerator. I'm saving them for later today, when I have visitors. *Eat us!* they practically scream. No. I will not eat the strawberries. Slowly, my resolve dissolves. I crack open the little box and pull out a single red berry. I place it in my mouth and chew, the sweetness enveloping my tongue. Grabbing another, I consume them without abandon until there are none but the mushy, rotten, bottom-of-the-box inedible ones. Rats. I'll have to go buy another box.
luci described this, May 12, 2013.