WRITING: The Lady in My Mind

She’s rumbled with her grocery cart through the furrows of my mind, her fingers touching each plump pomegranate in its leathery redness, her tongue tasting the tart burst of each ruby kernal nestled tightly within.  She sighs, moves a few steps further down the aisle, her cart slows without stopping while she pulls up a bag of grapefruit without looking and plops it into the bottom of the cart.  He insists upon a grapefruit every morning and she buys them regardless of price.