The No-Name Fruit
Copyright 2012 by Melissa Field
She picked up the orange and looked at it. To her it wasn't an orange. It was a no-name fruit. She was tired of names. She was tired of labels. Since coming to her new country labels had come to be everything. She was labelled in so many ways that she'd begun to disappear under the labels. "American", "immigrant", "girlfriend", and "NEW", were the most common ones. It frustrated her that her life was reduced to such small words. Had she not once swam by the craggy rocks that jutted to the sky in Thailand? Wasn't she that girl that had won a singing competition in college? Couldn't she be more than the two-dimensional person she felt herself fading into? Where had that three-dimensional, pulsing with passion for life, laughing, crying, feeling, loving, hating, fully formed person gone?