The orange hung in the air. I brought the samurai-sword like knife behind me. The fruit came closer, closer, falling as it approached. I swung, neatly slicing the orange; the two halves fell at my feet.
I have a pretty good guess as to what the orange felt as it approached that blade, out of control, yet perfectly aware of what was to come.
Its a shitty feeling.
1/13/2009
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