There were 600 furry kiwis outside my door this morning. I stood there and tried to resist the urge to trample them into juicy pieces. They squish squelched between my toes. Soon the brown fuzz turned to gooey green entrails speckled with little black eyeballs that expanded to everywhere. They spilled over the doorstep and I tracked them up the door. Years later I would find dried kiwi scum stuck on the underside of the spare key hidden underneath the potted plant. What do you do with 600 mysterious kiwis that just show up on your doorstep after unspoken years?
The 600 kiwisIn by Fannie on January 30, 2011 at 1:04 pm