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Alphabet Fruit: A Legacy
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Thursday, September 11, 2008. Eat your peaches, mother said. This time she'd put them in oatmeal. I flipped the slice over with my spoon, then pushed it down into the mush. They hid under lumps. I wondered if I said I was too full if she'd never find them. If they'd just go down the garbage disposal like last night's stuffed cabbage. For grandma, she said. My grandmother canned peaches every summer. Mother said we had to finish what we had by July. This kept grandma going, she said. It's so late that I c...
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Alphabet Fruit: Spiked
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Thursday, August 21, 2008. Bitter Coffee Oatmeal originally eaten and posted. When Eve threw away the espresso machine, John saw it as a challenge. He watched as she unplugged the $100 Krups that he'd bought in the winter and proceeded to the condo garbage shoot. She didn't say anything when she came back, just rubbed her hands together as a sign that her work was done. John thought,. And went back to his tomato and basil sandwich. One morning, the day John turned 41, Eve was in the kitchen earlier than ...
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Alphabet Fruit: Lifesavers
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Saturday, September 20, 2008. Andy only ate food made with pretty colors and themes. His mother knew this and gave him what he wanted. After all, she'd tell people at the market, it's the disease that's talking. Not Andy. Your father's not the only artist here. She thought. . Andy took a look at the bowl and smiled but only slightly. He picked up a star and examined it, licking one side. When he saw the stars' dark underbelly, his smile disappeared. It's morning, he said. The stars aren't out yet. The bo...
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Alphabet Fruit: The Project
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Monday, August 18, 2008. O combine my love for writing and my love for food in one place. His space and Alphabet Fruit's sister blog,. On a Lobster Placemat. Where I document a daily journal of the food I eat and enjoy. Writing in the format of microfiction, also known as flash fiction, about the photographs of food I post on On a Lobster Placemat. Microfiction is generally defined as a piece of fiction between 250 and 1,000 words. . The work housed on this blog is completely fictional. August 18, 2008 a...
