She was excited to get a piece of fruit. Perhaps thd word “excited” was an overstatement. She really was craving some fruit and walked over to the stand. But no fruit to her liking was to be found. Instead, she found remnants of her past. Her name seemingly etched in there forever.

She was once so aptly nicknamed. And then she morphed into a soft, bitter, overly-focused person. Not even a human anymore. She licked the one fruit she could stomach and briefly wept. She put it back and kept going.