[ WP ] A guy finds the perfect avocado

Nick squeezed the next avocado, and felt a jolt in his heart that quickened his pulse and set his skin tingling. It was just the right firmness. That jolt had only ever happened when Anna kissed him. A wry light entered his eyes, and the corners of his lips turned up. The thought that an avocado could excite him in the same way as his ex-wife was a revenge more perfect than anything he could have said or done. 
 
 He turned it over in his hands. Evenly spaced bumps of even sharpness and even height blurred together so that he seemed to run his fingers over the most relaxing white noise. Its skin was a green so dark it was almost black, but if you took the time to look hard enough, lighter shades glowed through from just beneath the surface, as though it was lit from within. The place where the stem had been was a perfect circle of lime green: the avocado was ripe right now. 
 
 One scene ran into the other, and the journey from check out line at the supermarket to his kitchen was a vague stretch of colour, the avocado alone retaining its distinction. 
 
 Nick hesitated with the knife in his hand. It seemed wrong to take a knife to something so beautiful. Tentatively, he pushed the blade against the skin — it pushed back firmly, enticingly, urging him to go deeper and set free its hidden pleasures. His apprehension left him in a small gasp; nothing had ever felt so right. He shifted his weight onto his arms and let the blade sink in until it hit the core. He pulled it around through the flesh effortlessly, and it came away so clean that only in keeping with good manners would it need to be washed. He twisted the halves apart. 
 
 The cut flesh was completely smooth, and the colour of the avocado's surface was pulled into it towards the centre, a gradient of green that moved from that near blackness to a soft pastel like an emerald sunrise. The pit itself seemed to be made of the most luxurious wood, its rich browns and ambers drinking in the light and glowing just like the skin had. 
 
 Nick stared at the two halves until he felt something moving on his chin, and realized that he was salivating heavily. He wiped the drool away and gave the pit a love tap with his knife, twisting it free and setting it aside on the cutting board to look at later. 
 
 Various preparations presented themselves to him and were dismissed immediately. He knew there was only one way he wanted it. 
 
 He put down the knife, took a half in his hand, and pushed the flesh into his mouth. An indescribable taste blossomed there. Each inhalation filled his lungs with an intoxicating perfume of the same flavour, and each exhalation was a low moan. He closed his eyes and did n't open them again until he had eaten out the two skins completely, biting and licking and sucking away every last bit of buttery heaven. 
 
 He sank into the nearest chair with a sigh. He had planned to call Anna that afternoon, but the avocado had tired him, and instead he yielded to the feeling of sweet exhaustion and fell into a perfect sleep. 
 
 

