The Basket Incident
In a woven basket on the kitchen counter, Banana lay stretched out, her golden skin gleaming under the morning light. She liked her spot—soft, warm, and undisturbed. Beside her sat Walnut, a lumpy, brown-shelled thing with a quiet air about him. They’d been tossed in together the day before, strangers sharing a cramped space. By noon, Banana noticed it: a faint brown smudge marring her flawless yellow. She twisted to inspect it, her soft flesh recoiling at the sight....