Opposable Thumbs

Flash Fiction

Photo by Gabriel Meinert on Unsplash

There’s a slice of banana in a puddle outside the produce store.

Who buys a banana and slices it in front of the store?

Are they carrying a knife for something else and use it on the banana?

The slice looks edible still.

I don’t want it to go to waste.

I don’t know why.

I feel like if I pick up the banana slice the person with the knife will see me and get mad.

Or get mad when I ask why they carry a knife to the store, or why they don’t eat a banana whole like a normal person or a monkey.

Monkeys have opposable thumbs but never make knives.

I wonder why humans need knives.

Monkeys live where marijuana grows naturally.

I wonder why monkeys never smoke marijuana.

I’m not going to eat that slice of banana in the puddle outside the store, but I really want to get high with a monkey, and if a monkey could read my mind right now, he’d want to get high with me.

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