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Tuesday, May 15, 2018
100 Words a Day 1200
Morg peeled the prickly skin from the fruit with his
knife, as he had seen Faraj do. Underneath, the meat of the fruit was bright
red. As he handled the fruit, its cool, sticky juice covered his hand. The
first bite was unlike anything he’d ever eaten. The flesh of the fruit seemed
to dissolve as he bit into it, releasing more of its sugary juice. It left a
cool trail down his throat when he swallowed it, giving him some small relief
from the desert heat.