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Furry Juicy Fleshy Scrumptious Fruity Pinkish Creamy Colours Soft

By Nostalgia Darkness, January 6, 2014.
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On the counter lies a peach. When I bought it there was a firmness to it so I left it there to ripen, then the days went by in a blur of appointments and jobs. Frankie knocked his tooth on the curb and Josie lost her best doll. Now the peach is a little wrinkled, still with that soft fuzz but looks past its best. Probably yesterday or maybe the day before that it was perfect. I pick it up and turn it over, holding it to the spring sunshine is falling through the almost cloudless sky outside. No mould. I bite and the juice runs down my chin and into the kitchen sink. It's gone in less than a minute and I bring up the back of my right hand to wipe some juice away. The stone is left quite clean, the flesh having fallen away instead of clinging to it- it's pinkish and has that perforated look. I run the faucet, wipe my face better and toss the stone in the compost. That peach was still perfect after all.