instead of the usual
plastic mesh bag
of oranges or
apples, the kid wants
strawberries,
and says so nicely
with hopeful
expression. the mother
doesn't quite know
how to explain to this very
naive person how
cost-ineffective
those strawberries happen
to be (rotted
in less than a
week, only half
finished, they
have to go with
something else, 4
dollars per pound - and thats
in season);
instead of trying at all,
she flat-out denies
the kids red, seedy,
innocent-enough desire,
which vacates the
kids face with a
cinema worthy
flourish in the
produce aisle. by, Iris Appelquist
