The Last Banana
Two titans battle for the fate of fruit.
I refuse to let go of the banana. I know my face is red (I must look quite the sight), hair fuzzed, shirt buttons half undone. But this, this is the last banana. Clearly, the pudgy woman, my mortal foe, is thinking the same thing. She grips the other half of the banana with a grasp like a vice.
Neither of us are going to give it up.
“Get those instead!” she bellows.
I glance over. “Those are plantains!”
“Well, this is mine!”
“I saw it first!”
“Go to hell!”
Then it happens.
One of us squeezes too hard.
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