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The Taste of Strawberries Today<br />
didn’t believe them.<br />
It was not her fault, he tried to assure her, that her daughter abandoned her, chose<br />
to break off all relations, virtually disappear. But how could it not be her fault? That’s<br />
what Sarah wanted to cry out, but if she did the words would rip her apart right down the<br />
middle, like a knife slicing into a strawberry. So she didn’t say them, but they ripped her<br />
anyway, but silently, invisibly. That’s what it was like: like she was bleeding away inside.<br />
What was it with strawberries nowadays? She and Walt discussed it often. They used<br />
to seem a lot sweeter. Was it a result of the way they farmed, force-growing crops for<br />
maximum yield, spraying them with poisons, and harvesting them before their time to<br />
speed them to markets thousands of miles away from where they were grown? Was it that<br />
the soil that was growing depleted, the planet exhausted, running out of sweetness? Or<br />
was it memory that was at fault, making the strawberries of yesteryear bigger, redder, and<br />
sweeter than they actually were? Were strawberries ever that good? Had Sarah ever really<br />
tasted the strawberries she remembered?<br />
There is a Tarot card that describes the way she’s feeling. It depicts a heart floating in<br />
empty space among the clouds, and it’s run through with three swords.<br />
Come to think of it, did she ever remember strawberries being sweet, or was it really<br />
someone else’s memory that she repeated, even took to be her own? Maybe that was just<br />
another thing people said to explain why they felt so disappointed and dissatisfied with<br />
their lives. It was the kind of thing you expected older people to say. She was growing<br />
She took a little nibble but couldn’t taste anything sweet about the<br />
strawberry no matter what part of her tongue she put it on. Could<br />
it be that we were sold a bill of goods, that we were told that<br />
strawberries were sweet so many times that we came to believe it?<br />
older, surely, but was she really that old? It seemed to her that people were growing older<br />
sooner nowadays, even as they hung on to their youth longer than ever.<br />
What did it mean, then, to have a daughter here, an ex there, another ex somewhere<br />
else… to have a past populated with people to whom you were an ex, an ex-person, who<br />
never wanted to speak to you again?<br />
X marks the spot.<br />
X’s marking off days on the calendar.<br />
Where is the buried treasure?<br />
What did it mean except that you’d made quite a few mistakes in life? You could<br />
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