The cantalope rolled toward a girl. What would she do?She was minding her own buisness, happily gnawing on her frozen stick of joy that her father especially froze for her.The girl didn’t remember times of cantalopes—or other fruits.Things grown out of the ground or on “trees,” were unheard of in today’s world.Emotions were fused in labs, food was given in portion controlledamounts (because of the epidemic of obesity—America, 1990’s).The personalities of folk wereanalyzed and then a “family,” group was made.This controlled problems like domestic violence in homes and communities.Life had become something predictable.Was this a good thing?The girl was not too young. Her “grandparents,” once began to tell her about ‘the old days,’before nice men that worked at the nursing home came to give them their shots.She remembers the fear and then dullness in their eyes after. She picked the cantalope up, busted it and ate it.Original thoughtspopped into her head.She said aloud,“This would be quite tasty with salt.”