The rind of an melon sits on the sit. It sat there, rotting, all morning. The kitchen stood empty, plates piled high, messages pinging, the phone off the hook. No one throws away the rind when you kill yourself.
Georgia
the rinds of the watermelon hit the kitchen floor. ” don’t worry about those sweetie.” she laughed. “those are the bad parts.” the bad parts? sometimes I think I am like those rinds.
Megan
The rind piles up in curls of peel. Orange juice drips sticky from her fingers. She peels the white film, perfuming her fingernails.
“Where are the trash?”
“There is no trash.”
“I gave you a small watermelon to eat. You didn’t eat it?”
“I did.”
“Then where are the trash?”
“There is no trash.”
“Isn’t there.. the rind? And the seeds?”
“What?”
“Don’t tell me you ate the rind.”
“…”
the watermelon rind sat on the counter, its sweet fruit long since stripped away by hungry hands and mouths. it loved the children who attacked their melons with such vigor. but love was not enough. one day, he would be forced to take his revenge.
grind. does an orange work to the grind? Is that how we get it’s rind? rind, rind rind, doesn’t even makes sense once you say it to many times. go home rind, you’re drunk
The rind of an melon sits on the sit. It sat there, rotting, all morning. The kitchen stood empty, plates piled high, messages pinging, the phone off the hook. No one throws away the rind when you kill yourself.
the rinds of the watermelon hit the kitchen floor. ” don’t worry about those sweetie.” she laughed. “those are the bad parts.” the bad parts? sometimes I think I am like those rinds.
The rind piles up in curls of peel. Orange juice drips sticky from her fingers. She peels the white film, perfuming her fingernails.
“Where are the trash?”
“There is no trash.”
“I gave you a small watermelon to eat. You didn’t eat it?”
“I did.”
“Then where are the trash?”
“There is no trash.”
“Isn’t there.. the rind? And the seeds?”
“What?”
“Don’t tell me you ate the rind.”
“…”
the watermelon rind sat on the counter, its sweet fruit long since stripped away by hungry hands and mouths. it loved the children who attacked their melons with such vigor. but love was not enough. one day, he would be forced to take his revenge.
grind. does an orange work to the grind? Is that how we get it’s rind? rind, rind rind, doesn’t even makes sense once you say it to many times. go home rind, you’re drunk