Blood & Fruit

I Believe · Jan 13, 2026 · 26m

The banana cost forty-seven cents.I got it from the vending machine at work. I grab it on my way out to the parking lot. Fifteen minutes of freedom. The break room smells like microwaved fish. I just need to be outside for a minute.I lean against the wall by the loading dock. Trucks roll past on the 15. The sun’s already down, but the sky is still that burnt orange it gets out here. The smog holds onto the light.I peel the banana without looking at it. Four bites. I toss the peel in the trash on my way back in.I don’t think about where it came from. Nobody does. It’s a banana. Forty-seven…