Rogue CeleryA Story by Ruby
Wandering around the fruit and vegetable section of Safeway I’m watching the people who are wandering with a bit more purpose than me. Perhaps they’re hunting for that perfect apple, or quince, or pumpkin, or zucchini or whatever the hell takes their fancy. Out of the corner of my eye I see, what I presume to be celery and what is most definitely a vegetable of the green and leafy variety, jump off the shelves. There is no one near this incident. No small child knocked it. There is no party to blame. I whisper ‘rogue celery’ to myself and fantasize about the others following it’s example and having a revolution. Attack of the killer tomatoes but not discriminate to those red juicy fellows. They will all rise up together, in a symbol of unity, and kill us all. However, impartial to my thoughts and feelings and dreams, none of the others move. Any minute now the poor fruit and veg boy or girl or slave to the Safeway system will come, pick it up, and put it back in its place… and the celery will go back to being the good celery waiting to be bought and eaten. Nothing will change. I’m somewhat disappointed.
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Added on December 3, 2008Last Updated on December 8, 2008 AuthorRubyAustraliaAboutHello! I am. I have been. I might continue to be. You possibly are. You might possibly continue to be. When asked what you want to do and have, say do nothing and have some rest. I think those are th.. more..Writing
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