Love

He saw her at the fruit counter. She winked at him. The attraction was mutual. There were plenty of other bananas, curvy pears and juicy melons but as soon as he saw her he knew she was "the one". Slender and shapely beneath her tight yellow outfit that fitted her like a skin.

Swallowing hard, he plucked up a kernel of courage and sidled over to her. Coquettishly, she fluttered her eyelashes and he felt his heart racing. They exchanged names and telephone numbers and he promised to call her at the weekend. She was not averse to the idea of a date - possibly because the bananas' usual supermarket position was adjacent to a shelf bearing sweet Egyptian dates.

On Sunday afternoon they met in the park - next to the Victorian bandstand. They walked by the duck pond and were soon exchanging sweet nothings. He was enchanted by the tone of her voice and with keen admiration she noticed his designer watch by Fyffes. She thought he was very handsome.

In the days that followed they had potassium rich meals together, went to the cinema to watch Woody Allen's 1971 film - "Bananas" and to cut a long story short they found themselves growing closer. The night of the cinema trip, they cuddled in the street below her apartment. They kissed and then a little nervously, she invited him up for coffee. He sensed that she was feeling fruity.

One thing led to another and when the morning came he woke in her bed beneath a red blanket, his head resting on a soft blue pillow. She was still asleep, her left arm thrown with gay abandon across his muscular chest. Awkwardly, he reached for his Marlboros and lit one up. With his right arm tucked behind his head, he drew in the woody smoke and smiled inwardly, patiently waiting for her to stir. It was the very start of love.

The photo that appears at the top of this post was first published in a homely and little known Welsh blog entitled "Going Gently" in relation to the world famous Trelawnyd Flower Show and more specifically its novelty fruit and veg photo category.