Terri L. French

Bruised fruit

"There's always a pile-up at the bananas," says an elderly lady. "Why can you never find the perfect banana?" she continues, "They're either too small, too big, too green, or too ripe." She sighs and pulls two bananas off one bunch and three from another, places them in her cart and heads toward the tomatoes. "There's always a pile-up at the tomatoes," she says to the woman next to her.

shopping for one
the tear-drop shape
of a hubbard squash