A Lone Jocote

Jocote

8/31     My plum looks like a smooth lime with a stem.  It has two distinct colors, one makes it look likes it’s wearing a hat.  A baseball helmet to be more specific.  I hate sports.  My plum was introduced to me as a jocote instead of a hog plum.  My plum is basically right next to my face, and it can almost make me tear up.  It smells and stings os mildly I almost didn’t notice.  I wonder what it tastes like?  I wonder if it’s as hard as it feels.  I would compare it to an odd marble.  A marble with just a few scars.

9/5     I don’t know what will happen to my plum after I release it from its bag.  I certainly won’t eat it, I don’t feel like it.  Maybe my mom will eat it, maybe it will rot and be thrown away.  I couldn’t care less honestly.  Why should I?  It’s just a fruit, nothing super important.  I’ll feel better when I don’t have to keep writing about it.  There are more exciting things to write about.  I mean, a plum is just a plum.  I could definitely write a fictional story about it.  I just want to be free from this plum.  It’s hard and looks unappealing.

8 thoughts on “A Lone Jocote

  1. I like how you mixed long complex sentences with short and simple sentences. It added to the raw and unedited aspects of the piece that reflected your thought process.

  2. Hey, loved your post. Especially with the imagery in comparing the jocte/plum to that of a baseball cap and the wove in your emotions about the creative restraint your topic has.

  3. I think the negative relationship you portrayed with the plum was an interesting take. I also found it interesting how you used questions a lot when trying to describe it.

  4. Lindsay, this description is great because it involves you and your reactions: “My plum is basically right next to my face, and it can almost make me tear up. It smells and stings so mildly I almost didn’t notice. I wonder what it tastes like? I wonder if it’s as hard as it feels. I would compare it to an odd marble. A marble with just a few scars.”

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