'How can you like pistachios? They're disgusting.'
'They're good for you.' A single baby pistachio fell with a plop into the vast abyss underneath it. I suddenly felt sorry for it. Did it feel that there was no escape in that split second?
'They stop you from having heart attacks and depression. They make you happy.'
I heard a crack as the shells fell away from the nut, vulnerable and naked. Mum's eyes stared blankly at the cracked shells and her teeth chewed mechanically.
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Comments
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Interesting. I did not know they were good for the heart or that they are "happy" nuts... well, not the one you personified!
I like how you described Mum's mouth!


