watermelon shrapnel

These words floated into my thoughts today, as I turned to wipe down the table. The splatter of red, scattered remnants on the floor. Mateo commented that Punkette eats watermelon like it was her last meal. I countered that it looked more like her first. Her first after a weeks passage through the desert, starving, desperate, hollow with crippling pangs of hunger rippling through her body. And the sight of the fat red slices just too much, tearing into them, not able to consume the flesh fast enough. I also thought that if it were her last meal, she'd surely get more of it in her mouth.



For Think Green Thursday, starve yourself of your favorite foods until you can buy them in season. They'll taste even better and they'll be better for you and the earth! (albeit a bit messier)