Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

When it comes to food, that person gives up right away. We proceeded to the row of fruit plants. I went to the very end. I prefer to pick grapes and find them at the far end. Ysabelle chose to pick the apples. The two waiters went to the banana side. I dropped the basket I was carrying on the ground. I looked up at the many grapes hanging on top of me. It is made of bamboo to crawl on grape leaves to bear fruit. Most are purple and others are green but they are also ripe. I slowly touched the grape that was opposite my head. I gently picked it up and carefully placed it in the basket. I do not want to remove the grapes from its stalk. It is better to look if it is together on the same stem.

Laptop, pen holder, planner, printed mood boards, sticky notes, my purse, files and…a fruit basket. An actual fruit basket, but problem. I never had a fruit basket. I didn’t have one on my desk before stepping out earlier, so I shouldn’t come back to one sitting right there. I moved to it quickly of course, already suspicious. But tell me why upon reaching my desk, my seat, examining the basket carefully, pulling out stuff, fruits. My hands suddenly reached a banana and… It felt smooth. Really smooth, but with a little bumpy thing at the head area. It was green, and beautiful. Full. Fresh. Thick.