Pips – Short Story

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Pips

By J. A. Weymouth

Plump, red and juicy with a hint of green at the ends.  The tastiest tomato in the world, he thought, at least in that moment.  The bite was cool on his teeth that sent a chill down his spine but the moment the juicy pips hit his tongue, the freshness of the taste soothed him, awakening his hunger for more tomato.

Sucking the pips, savoring the flavor before he took another bite, he plunged into the tight skin.  He then swallowed, clicking his tongue against his teeth.  A rogue pip stuck itself in between his two front teeth, frustrating him as his tongue was neither flexible nor thin enough to slide through the gap to catch the pip.  Instead he tried his thumb nail perhaps that would catch the bastard.  Success! The thumb nail was a miracle worker for annoying pips stuck in narrows gaps between two front teeth.

The pip appeared as innocent as a pray patiently waiting for its attacker to eat him as he pulled it out, gazing at him, wet on his fore-finger.  However, he could not resent the pip as it was obvious the only thing it wanted was company, and therefore this must be the reason behind it attaching itself to his two front teeth.

‘Maybe, I’ll burry you so I can grow more tomatoes.’  He said to the little pip, placing the seed on the black and gray replicate granite of the kitchen bench.  The seed, a miniscule mass in comparison to the gigantic expanse of the bench, so tiny it appears to sink into its dark background, almost drowning.

The skin of the plump tomato was cool and tight as he pressed the tomato once again against his lips, preparing himself for another bite.  Plrrrrp.  Sweet fluid along with solid pips was released into his mouth hitting against his teeth.  He smiled, more juice had seeped into his mouth from the tomato, waiting, teasing the pips to be caught once again.  Another and another.  He pulled them all out individually with the use of his miracle thumb nail.  He lined the pips against the first so it would no longer be lonely, then pondered over the sweet little gathering of rogues.

‘I will grow you all,’ he told the pips as he finished the tomato.

A voice called from far away, distracting him from his fantasies of flourishing tomato plants.  He slid the lining of seeds in his palm then hiding them in his checkered shirt pocket.  The voice was faintly irritating, with its distracting reality check, however it was useful, because it reminded him to be somewhere.  He communicated briefly with the irritating voice for a few minutes so he could satisfy it long enough to leave him be.  So the voice left and so did he.

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THE END

6 thoughts on “Pips – Short Story

  1. The short answer to your short story is that it instantly made me hungry for ripe tomatoes! So I suppose the protagonist, through you, has already planted the seeds, in a way. 🙂 Nicely done, Jesse!

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