Ripe

Every time I go to Whole Foods, I pick up peaches and nectarines. I paw at them, trying to find a soft bit of flesh. While the worker in their small produce sections stars, I lift the fruits to my nose and smell, always hopeful, that there will be the thick, sweet scent of ripened fruit.

So far, I have smelled nothing.

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