"with a quick and filling morning supplement. She had nicknamed the fig bush Esther, because within her roots held the secrets to save her people. Of course, for Esther, the only person she had to worry about saving was the one who named her and loved her.
Good
afternoon, Esther.
She kindly greeted the fig bush as she
scouted a few ripened fruits that had fallen to the ground around the north
side of the bush.
Hope
you’re enjoying this cooler weather.
She picked up two figs and brushed them
off on the cotton of her pants.
Thanks
for breakfast.
She ate the first fig by the time she
reached the restrooms in two bites. The
soft outer skin gave way to seedy meat, which grinded between her teeth. She savored the mild, soft flavor of the
figs. In the first few seasons at the
fort, the figs would painfully remind her of a time long ago, when she had
first had a fig. That one had been
bought from a place called a grocery store, brought home in a little plastic
container and kept in their refrigerator.
So her first memory of figs was of them being cold and refreshing. It had been a challenge for her to push that
memory aside, because with it came back all the memories of that forgotten
life, of her parents, her beautiful mother and her loving father. Those memories would bring great sadness upon
her heart and darken her days. But the
fig tree gave her an easy source of energy each evening, so she forced herself
to push those memories so far into her mind that she ate each fig without
giving it a second thought, despite it being warm and no longer refreshing, but
still filling.
Leaving
her clothes on the concrete walkway, with the second fig nestled on top; she
made her way into the women’s restroom where she relieved herself in the third
stall. That one still had some toilet
paper left. There were still two stalls
she had yet to occupy. She moved from
the women’s urine filled restroom to the better smelling men’s, grabbing her
clothes and the second fig. She ate the
rest of her late lunch and"From Kevin Barry's pub, upstairs in the Hall of Heroes, keep talking smack N. Korea and expect a visit from these fellows rather soon. |
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