She lifted her arm again and selected one, darker and larger than the first. Her tongue confirmed the choice and she thought of swallowing the seed. Who taught her not to swallow the seeds? It must have been her mother, but she couldn’t remember now. She had trusted and complied, a choice removed.
A paved path wound before her, possibly the way she’d come. Behind her stood a fence. She sucked the juice down to the pit and spat, considering another. The first had puckered her mouth in shock and the second delivered relief. A third tempted and risked unknown. Maybe she should stop at two. The rain collected in her plaid pajamas and pooled inside her rubber boots.
Motion in fog distracted from the decision and she watched the approaching dot. The dot swelled into a fluid shape and then a man. The man stood dry before her, lowering her arm and slipping wet strands from her face. She blinked away the blur and shifted her legs, rubber boot squeaks breaking raindrop drone. Noise accompanied movement of his mouth, but wisped away before translation. “Well, what did you decide?”
Profound, to be sure.