Huntress of the Tropics

Her eyes narrow behind sunglasses, she tilts those shades up as she picks one–

sniffs deep for the right scent: sweet, ripe

tests its firmess and coloring, twirling it in her palms–

A master inspector, talented by her unusually keen senses that never disappoint 

others covet her for she only bites perfection…

Everytime, 

tossing aside the subpar

It’s a hunt and her reward?

Perfection,

Always Perfection!


[A baby coconut fell at my feet, and I couldn’t not steal it for myself!]

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