Plum

I held a velvety soft plum in my right hand and let the water ran over it. I peeled a tiny sticker off the skin, and gently rubbed off a sticky whitish mark with my thumb. I closed my fingers over the fruit and felt the softness of its skin.

The water dripping from my hand and I bit on the softest part. The moment my teeth sank in its juicy flesh, and the sweetness sipped through my teeth I knew it why I liked a plum when I was a kid. The juice that dribbled from my chin and my failed attempt to stop the juice from dropping on the front of my dress was the fun part.

So, I bent forward from the waist  to let the juice stained the ground instead  on the front of my dress.

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