FruitGuy Noir in: "Rome & The Pink Lady" October 30, 2006

She was a red but with a hint of golden-green about her. I found her hanging around with the ones they said were a bit sweet and tart. They called her Lady. She corrected them calmly: "It's Pink Lady®," she cooed. She was the apple in of my eye from day one -- ever since I saw that dimple just below her smile. A product of great breeding, Pink Lady® got her "gold" from the golden delicious clan and laid down the "Lady" like an Ace of hearts straight from the Lady William set. "FruitGuy," she whispered as I picked her up from the Smit apple ranch in Linden, California. "I want to visit Rome." She broke my heart that night. I guess an apple needs a guy like me like a fish needs a unicycle on a turtle carrying some freshly baked cookies to a sick auntie. It was the kind of thing that can make a less nimble literary giant mix his metaphors.
I was a sucker for Pink Lady® so I introduced her to Rome. He was from Kozlowski farms - a nice patch of country between Sebastopol and the Russian River in beautiful Sonoma county. His ancestry stretched back to the 1820s when his relatives came up on a shoot from Rome, Ohio. He was perfectly round with a bright, deep red that could make blushes jealous. He had confidence in spades. "Lady, this is Rome," I said reluctantly. Lady smiled and it drove me nuts. I picked up Rome and hooked a left onto his chin. He tasted great. He was juicy & firm with that hint of fall freshness that is absolutely superb. Lady screamed. That's how I ended up here. At the end of this story. A slammer of sorts. My own private jail known as absurdity.
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