vendor hands built
The vendor’s hands built a precise orange pyramid, though blemishes darkened some skins. Each fruit held a silent valuation, subtly dictating its place and chances of being chosen—a pre-existing condition felt as resistance in the simple act of selection. The grid of oranges wasn't just display; it traced potential futures for each piece, like vintage neon signs hinting at possibilities within a system. A faint sweetness rose from the pile, yet even among perfection, decay lingered at the base.