If I only knew then what I know now I would have spent more time eating pomegranates. It is so strange how we miss what we least expect. When I was preparing to leave I thought I would miss the sunshine on my skin, or the feeling of a planet pulling me down. And I do miss these things, in a simple, expected way. I didn't think that I would miss the sometimes frustrating experience of prying apart the red edged, white flesh of a pomegranate fresh from the tree. No matter how careful I was, a few seeds always burst and sprayed red juice everywhere. It stained my shirt, stung my eyes, and generally made a mess of things. Then I would pry each little seed, more pit than fruit, and crunch on them. They were always a deep ruby red, tart, and astringent. We lived in a climate warm enough for the bush to grow, and too cold to have sweet fruit. So now I am here, looking down on the planet where I was born, loved, grew up, bore a child and then buried him. I can see more stars than I could ever have imagined, and I float about, without orientation or resistance. It is a brave new world, a new frontier, an exciting adventure, and all I can think about is that wonderfully tart explosion of juice in my mouth as I bite into a dozen pomegranate seeds.
Old prompt:
If I only knew...what is your story based on this prompt?
New prompts:
If your pet (or potted plant) could talk, what would they say? Would they like you?
Two by two, hands of blue...What does this line invoke in you? (no it is not mine, it is a quote from a TV show I like.)
No one understands me!...write a story where this is said by one of the characters.
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