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intheheartTitle: Eggplant
Rating: PG
Summary: Aaron, thinking about eggplants.
Warnings: none.
Notes: I managed to make eggplants sad. Go me?
The eggplant was smooth and hard in his hand, a thick, tough column. It looked-- and felt-- curiously fake, as if it would turn to wax when he sliced it.
Aaron had always hated eggplant. It looked fine, he supposed, the deep purple capped by silly yellow-green leaves, but it tasted like squash, with a weird not-quite-stringy texture that always caught in the back of his throat. Dad used to fry it with garlic and butter, but Aaron would always give his share to Ivy.
Who was dead now, along with Dad.
At least the eggplant was something to eat.
Rating: PG
Summary: Aaron, thinking about eggplants.
Warnings: none.
Notes: I managed to make eggplants sad. Go me?
The eggplant was smooth and hard in his hand, a thick, tough column. It looked-- and felt-- curiously fake, as if it would turn to wax when he sliced it.
Aaron had always hated eggplant. It looked fine, he supposed, the deep purple capped by silly yellow-green leaves, but it tasted like squash, with a weird not-quite-stringy texture that always caught in the back of his throat. Dad used to fry it with garlic and butter, but Aaron would always give his share to Ivy.
Who was dead now, along with Dad.
At least the eggplant was something to eat.
