He laid the lemons, delicately, on the old wooden table in the middle of the kitchen, as if they were precious, but more so they wouldn’t roll off.
‘What’s with the lemons?’ ‘Thought they were pretty!’ ‘Where’d you get’em?’ ‘Farmer’s market, down at the harbor.’ “What’re you going to do with them?’ ‘Paint’em!’ ‘What color?’
Made me laugh out loud! Did not see that coming! ❤️
Made me smile