The Cutie

Opening her mouth, she let out a shrill squeal of laughter. She ran, feet hitting the smooth, cool wooden floor on the way to the kitchen. Stretching up on tippy-toes, she reached her tiny hand into the fruit bowl and grabbed a small cutie, squishing it on the way back down.

She dug her fingernails into the soft flesh of the bright orange skin. Citrus filled the air, and her mouth watered while she finished ripping it away. Her hands, sticky from juice flowing, tore it in half and pulled a half-moon slice away. Sweet liquid touched her tongue as the outer skin broke and the tiny beads of the meat popped in her mouth.

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_{Image by Giulia Marotta from Pixabay. Altered by Jennifer Brewer via Canva.}

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_{Originally published on Medium}

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