The First Lemon

by Jonah F. · 08/03/2026
Published 08/03/2026 12:07

The fridge hummed. A low, sad sound.

Empty shelves. Except for one,

a lemon. Tired. And a brown-

edged spinach. What was to be done?


No one was coming. No one else.

The thought arrived, flat and cold.

A sudden, silent toll of bells,

a story I had to unfold.


I pulled the book. Greasy, old.

A page for pasta, simple, bright.

Lemon, garlic. A tale told

by yellow. Under the kitchen light.

#cooking #domestic life #improvisation #loneliness #quiet melancholy

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