Yellow Pineapples

‘Come here Dorothy’, my mother said. She sounded like she was about to birth pearls of wisdom through her mouth.  I dragged the stool and squatted my long body on it, feeling the hard contrast of the wood on my buttocks.  ‘Take this pineapple and eat it’, she said offering me a slice of extremely yellow and delicious looking pineapple.  I stretched my hand with the curiousity of a cat

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