Dear Rotten Watermelon In My Fridge,
It’s not you it’s me.
2 min readJul 7, 2020
We shared a quiet moment together, cradling you into the house and onto the counter carefully. The rest of the groceries, clustered in their bags, I carried in while you waited patiently.
It’s probably been a month now, and you’re still waiting patiently, though you were moved to the top shelf garage fridge status. Also, I think part of…
