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Elliott went out to check his mail. He usually didn't get much, but it seemed today was an exception. He opened his mailbox and, to his surprise, found a whole pomegranate with a small ribbon around it, tied into a bow. With it was left a note written in neat cursive:
Dear Elliott,
The fruit trees in the greenhouse have finally begun producing! I know these are your favorite, so the first one is yours. Let me know how it tastes!
-Violet ❤️
Elliott held the gifts delicately, and brought them inside. He read the letter several more times, smoothing it's edges with his fingers. He softly brushed the pad of his thumb over the spot where Violet had drawn him a heart. He tucked the note safely into a desk drawer and turned his attention to the pomegranate.
The ribbon wrapped around the fruit was a shiny green color. Elliott took a second to admire the bow before unraveling it. He held the ribbon in his hand, then decided it would be perfect to tie back his hair.
Hair now in place, he went about opening the pomegranate. He collected a knife and a bowl. The pomegranate was such a beautiful color, he almost didn't want to open it. But receiving it was such an honor, he couldn't possibly waste it by leaving it sitting on his desk.
He placed the pomegranate in the bowl, as to not risk losing a single seed. He cut around the stem of the fruit, and pried it apart. It fell into quadrants, pearly red seeds spilling into the bowl.
One of the reasons Elliott adored pomegranates was the time it took to pick them apart. It was not a fruit that could be rushed through and taken for granted. The multitude of seeds gave a sense of abundance, as long as you had the patience for it.
Elliott placed the first seeds into his mouth and closed his eyes. They were absolutely perfect, just like he knew they would be.