It wasn’t so much the taste as it was the texture.

Tiny bones and fingernails slithering out.

Soft and spongy.

Spiced gelatin melting into my…

On a sunny July morning I had a moment with a mango

As I pierced the skin an intoxicating perfume erupted into the air like steam billowing out of a hot tub on a cold night

An aroma so sweet assaulted my brain

Lighting it up like a…