The curved yellow thing sat on the counter, disgusting and revolting. A weird looking yellow fruit sitting alone tired and bruised, its skin spotted with dark stains. A sickening, foul smell drifted through the air, huge and easy enough to make my stomach turn down. When I see people touching that disgusting object, it feels like my own finger sank into the gooey, mushy surface, like something that had been left out far too long. The texture looks slimy and squishy, clinging to my skin in a way that made me pull in disgust. It felt like a bad joke, something being left too long, forgotten and ignored. The smell was my stomach turning strong enough to make me pass out after I stepped away. The object seemed to mock me while I was gagging, daring me to take a bite out of it, even though I knew it would be gross and unstandable. Just imagining the taste made my throat tighten. It was no longer food, but thread, it proved that something once normal can become gross over time. Mehr sehen