ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
"What do you know about ghosts, Mrs. Albritton?"
Mrs. Albritton was hunched over the fruit cart, poking the apricots with her index finger. "Are these ripe, Simon? Feel these and tell me if they're ripe."
Simon reached over and obligingly felt her apricots. "Put them in the bag with the bananas," he instructed. "They'll be perfect by lunch tomorrow."
"You're so good with fruit, Simon." She turned to one of the clerks stocking a nearby shelf and leaned in, as if sharing a secret. "He's so good with fruit."
The clerk smiled and said, "You're lucky to have him."
And Mrs. Albritton beamed.
Mrs. Albritton was hunched over the fruit cart, poking the apricots with her index finger. "Are these ripe, Simon? Feel these and tell me if they're ripe."
Simon reached over and obligingly felt her apricots. "Put them in the bag with the bananas," he instructed. "They'll be perfect by lunch tomorrow."
"You're so good with fruit, Simon." She turned to one of the clerks stocking a nearby shelf and leaned in, as if sharing a secret. "He's so good with fruit."
The clerk smiled and said, "You're lucky to have him."
And Mrs. Albritton beamed.
Monthly Strip Subscription (with Xtras!)
π Laugh your way through 2024! Motivational Housecat! is back, and it's bringing the comedy gold. Subscribe now for the wittiest, most absurd comic strips in circulation!
$10/month
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Bananas expel ethylene, which helps ripen other fruit.
EDIT: WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK SHE'S A COUGAR.
EDIT: WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK SHE'S A COUGAR.
Β© 2010 - 2024 tetemeko
Comments20
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
The italicization of the last line makes it seem incredibly foreboding, though of what I cannot imagine.