Possible names include: Strawberry, Honey, Rose, and Mead Moon. Mani indicated that He would like me to use “Strawberry”, though I make no guarantee He’d want someone else to do the same. The following is almost more along the lines of prose / poetry.
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I run my thumb over the fruit on the counter, a reject in the line of ingredients for margaritas. The dimpled surface feels like a match for your face, which is barely perceptible in the corner of the window. You’re almost full but not quite. I take a sip of the offered margarita but turn it down, despite the sweet fruitiness hiding the tequila. I worry the berry on the counter for another moment before slowly eating it – savoring the roll of the r, la fresa. Almost but not quite, almost but not, almost but, almost.
La fresa – the strawberry.