talking fruits

Talks in a fruit shop

In Consciousness, Pronoia by Marc Ashley

I wrote this in the wee hours at the request of a friend. She needed a script for a project and asked if I could lend a hand. I agreed and decided to write out something in the simplest form of language I could muster with a plot that centres around very simple themes. After about half an hour of brainstorming, I decided that I would write about a conversation about two fruits in a basket. Namely, a watermelon and a mango.


Synopsis

Cop is a mango who has been taken from her tree home and wishes to return. She fears the strangers in her fruit basket but befriends a watermelon named Pepsi and ends up having a conversation about life and living in general.


Mango

*Crying*

I want to go home! I want to go home! Please take me back to the tree! I don’t want to be here! Please take me home! I don’t like it here being stuck with all these strangers; the tree never had any strangers. The tree had my brothers and sisters! I miss my brothers and sisters! I wish I could see the big open field where the tree was again! Please take me home!

watermelon

Now, now, don’t be so sad. There are so many friends you can make here. See the bananas there singing; see how happy they are.

Mango

But they are together! I want to see my family; I don’t want to be here! I don’t want new friends! I just want to go home and that’s all I want to do!

watermelon

Don’t be like this; I’m sure you’ll see your tree again. Now stop crying, it’s not nice to see a mango crying in a fruit basket.

Mango

How come you are not sad? Why do you not want to go back to your tree?

watermelon

Haha, silly mango! I don’t grow on trees, I grow on the ground, why would I want to go back to the ground when I can be here and see so many things. Like singing bananas and a crying mango? There’s nothing to see on the ground, just soil, sand and ants; do you really think I want to go back to the ground to see ants?

Mango

You’re right, I guess. I was afraid of the birds; the birds would fly around the tree, and they even ate one of my older brothers when I was still green! It was so scary!

watermelon

You see, there’s always something from where we came from that we hate the most. I envy you, little mango; the tree must have been a very nice place to live. So high above the ground, so far from the ants and the crickets and the worms! So far away from the dirty soil…

Mango

But at least you didn’t have to worry about the birds, right?

watermelon

Oh no, of course we did! Us watermelons have bigger problems than birds! My cousin was once almost fully eaten by the ants… the worst part of all was that the flies and the worms came to eat him after, it was quite sad. But at least because of that the old farmer started spraying us with that disgusting perfume which keeps the ants and the other insects away, even the rats! But it’s so overwhelming! Sometimes I wish that he didn’t spray that gas on us; sometimes I miss the ants…

Mango

There used to be a monkey that would climb up the tree to kidnap my brothers and sisters, but the lady who took care of us killed him with a rock. Sometimes I wonder what type of lady she is. She’s so nice and kind to the tree, but she would cut my brothers and sisters off! She will come everyday to the tree and give it water, then on some days she would come to talk to us, tell us that we are growing nicely and beautifully, and then, like the monkey, she would kidnap us. Yesterday she kidnapped me. I don’t understand, why would she kill the monkey for kidnapping us if she kidnaps us, too?

watermelon

Humans are strange things. The old farmer would do the same; he would take little walks around everyday and give us water, he would even tell us when we are ripe and tell us that he loves all of us. But sometimes when he’s talking to us, he would pluck one of us up from the ground and cut us open, slice us, and then tell us how delicious we are. He does all of this with a huge smile on his face. Sometimes I wonder if he raised us just to cut us up and eat us… with the same smile on his face. I screamed so loudly in pain yesterday when he plucked me off the ground, but not as loudly as my brother when he plucked him and cut him open. My sister was so terrified, she began to rot the following week, and then the ants came again.

Mango

Watermelons have such scary lives; I wouldn’t want to be a watermelon.

Watermelon

Don’t say that, life is like this for watermelons, I just accept it. That maybe after dying, I wouldn’t need to see the ground again. I am so lucky I didn’t have to die like my sister. Say… Do you have a name, little mango? Us watermelons have names, mine is Pepsi, and it’s nice to meet you!

Mango

Hello Pepsi, and it’s nice to meet you, too! My name is Cop.

watermelon

Oh, so mangoes do have names, too! I’m almost 4 and half months old!

Mango

Oh! I don’t know how old I am; actually, I think I’m about the same age.

watermelon

That’s ok, sometimes things like that are not important.

Mango

So what is important?

watermelon

Sometimes, I like to think, that there really is nothing important. We’re fruits, what can we do? We just grow and we stay where we are, sometimes we don’t, and then we die. Like those bananas there; they probably have it all figured out. That they’re going to die anyway and that there is nothing they can do about it. Maybe that’s why they’re happily singing.

Mango

I like to watch the lady walk in the field, especially in the evening when the sun is going to sleep and he makes everything look orange, that’s my favourite time of the day.

watermelon

I don’t have anything I really like, I live on the ground, how many things can you love when you just live on the ground with the rats and the ants and the crazy old farmer who cares for us, but ends up killing us in front of each other. The world is so strange, but I don’t know, I can’t imagine any other type of world. Maybe it’s a good thing that the farmer sometimes comes along to kill some of us and eat us. If it wasn’t for him or the pests, I’m sure I would be a very miserable watermelon…

Mango

Why do you say that, Pepsi?

watermelon

Because if none of those existed, I would just be living on the ground without anything to be afraid of.

Mango

Why would you want to always be afraid?

watermelon

Wouldn’t you be so bored if there weren’t any birds or crazy ladies to make you feel scared? I think fear is the only feeling that reminds you that you are alive.

Mango

Oh no! Look! That strange lady is taking the bananas!

watermelon

Oh, looks like they’ve stopped singing. They’re screaming like my brother…

Mango

Aren’t you scared? What is she going to do to them?

watermelon

Of course I am. But I don’t know what she’s going to do. Oh! She’s going to do what the old farmer does to my brothers and sisters and cousins! She has got that thing the slice things open! This is interesting; I’ve never seen the inside of a banana before.

Mango

But they’re going to die! How can you be so happy to see the inside of the banana?

watermelon

Like I said, we live to die. Us fruits don’t have much going in our lives. I live on the ground and you live in the tree, then one day an animal might eat us, or a human might eat us, or we would just die like my sister. Nothing ever really matters; you live and then you die. Like humans, all I ever see them do is talk and eat, they don’t do many other things, and even they die, too. Sure, they live longer, and of course they can walk around and see the world and experience many things, but eventually, they die, it’s so pointless that it almost seems stupid. Which is why I’m glad we feel afraid.

Mango

You’re strange. Look she’s cutting them up!

watermelon

You see that’s boring… it must be a yellow fruit thing. You yellow fruits are boring.

Mango

Mangoes are yellow inside, too.

watermelon

How boring. I thought they would look more interesting on the inside. They’re yellow outside and yellow inside. Why can’t it be a different colour?

Mango

Hey! That was mean!

watermelon

I know. But it’s not far from the truth is it? Us watermelons are red, does that mean anything? No. Why? Because it doesn’t matter what you are inside or outside; it doesn’t matter whether you live or die; it’s all the same to me.

Mango

I don’t know if you’re prejudiced or just crazy, or I don’t even know what.

watermelon

I’m whatever you think me to be, Cop. To me, I’m just a watermelon.

Mango

Oh no, she’s picking you up now! What if she cuts you open and what if she takes me next, and cuts me. I won’t see my tree again!

watermelon

Then now you’ll get to see what watermelons look like on the inside. You might not see the tree again, mango. But at least you made a friend in me. Goodbye, Cop.

Mango

*cries*

About the Author
Marc Ashley

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Marc loves comic books, anime, 90's Saturday morning cartoons (especially the Ninja Turtles) and obliterates all cold cuts in his proximity. He annotates comic books based on historical figures and events, makes inkblots and ponders about a career writing comic books (because he wants to go to Comic Con for free). Also, he gets repulsed by #wanderlust posts. Follow his instagram nonsense @nihilismist.

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