19.9.08
G is for grapes.
You always kept a bag of grapes, green, in the freezer. Every night when I came over that bag would sit between us on the couch while you absentmindedly plucked away during every conversation, movie, and television program. To this day I cannot see a grape and not think of you, and how much I miss your warmth, your constancy, and your friendship. And even though I surround myself with tangible reminders of those I've loved and lost, I never put my grapes in the freezer; I don't really like frozen grapes.
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I've been enjoying this series, but it's been a few days since I last had time to read something for fun. I have to say, I kind of like reading them all in succession; their pithiness seems to come across more in the aggregate for me. This is really nice.
ReplyDeleteI don't like frozen grapes either. Just regular ones. And I like purple more than green. Mmm, grapes.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely little keepsake, and as far as snack habits go, you could do worse than frozen grapes I s'pose, but I just don't really like them either.
ReplyDeleteI always wonder with you, kat!, how much is your real life and how much is fiction. I almost wrote "how much is true", but, in its own way, it's true, even if it's all fiction.
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed this series, too. Where are you getting the words from? What, or who, is choosing them for you?
for better or worse they choose themselves. for the most part, anyway.
ReplyDeleteI never thought of freezing grapes. I will do so forthwith.
ReplyDeleteI like frozen grapes, but frozen blueberries are so much better. Mmm, juicy blue anti-oxidants.
ReplyDeleteyes! frozen blueberries are delicious!
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