Lunch Treat

The tree hides in plain sight. Within a row of ornamental friends it claims some anonymity.

One pleasant morning my walk takes me a mere block off my usual trek, up a drive toward an office building.  There they hang. Within reach. Almost ripe.

My imagination takes me a week into the future. A thrifty worker comes outside to supplement their lunch. They reach into the branches, move some leaves aside, and twist a tasty treat into their hand.  Inside again to wash it up good before crunching into the time honored “An apple a day.”

Lunch treat

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