The Fruit is Out There
Earlier today, at roughly Pimm's o'clock*, I sliced an orange and nearly dropped the knife in surprise. After I successfully transected said citrus fruit, the other half of the orange then sat staring at me, with its blank pippy eyes.
I couldn't read the orange's rather blank expression. I couldn't tell if it was grateful as it could now complete its martyrdom through human ingestion. On reflection, I think it was mildly peeved. It had been looking forward to drying out +/- going mouldy in the fruit bowl, alongside the other representatives of the apple, lemon and grapefruit families that were/are doing the same.
* - TBH, any time on a sunny saturday afternoon