He grinned. "I'm pretty sure they're going to look good here."
Ten minutes later, he returned to our guest house, holding a case of Piton beer and the bananas. Smaller than the ones back home, these St. Lucian bananas nestled together, curled and cozy.
I selected one, and sat down on the balcony. Peeling back the sun-drenched wrapper, I took a bite.
Flavor. An explosion, scattering each taste bud with tropical light. "Paul!" I called, "You have got to try this!"
He ripped one off the bunch. He peeled, took a bite. His eyes widened as he savored the familiar, yet utterly new sensation. He swallowed. "Damn, that's good."
"I know, right?"
He took another bite. "Holy shit, that's good."
I laughed, "That was an orgasm of a banana."
"You're a classy broad, Nance."
"You know it." We sat on the balcony, resting together like the bananas we just consumed. I held his hand, and watched the sailboats glide on the turquoise waters. "Hey, Honey?"
"Hmmm?"
"There might be something to this eating local thing."
"I guess we'll just have to stay here forever."
"I guess. Worth it."
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This week's prompt asked us to describe our favorite fruit or vegetable.
If you want to see pictures of our St. Lucia trip, click here.
