Fruit of the Gods by Catherine Russell
“Oh alright,” he said, grabbing the fruit from her and pulling out his pocket knife. He used it to peel the bulbous green skin away from the milky center.
“You haven’t had this before, right?” she asked, staring at the cream colored pulp.
“I just always though it sounded gross,” Josh said. “There’s all sorts of stories about it tied in with Hawaiians and the mutiny on the Bounty and even some weird god’s head.”
“No, literally the head of a god. Like we’re eating his brains or something.”
Kaylee wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”
“Plus, it just doesn’t look good.”
“Yeah,” she said, “but sometimes looks are deceiving.”
He bit into the fruit.
“So…what’s it taste like?” she asked.
“Braaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnns,” he said, tackling her. They both fell, laughing.
“Remind me not to let you watch any more zombie movies,” she said, grabbing the fruit and taking a bite. She turned to Josh. “That’s not what brains taste like anyway.”
“Really?” he said. “And how would you know?”
“Experience,” she said, grabbing his hair and biting into his skull. She sat munching, red speckling her chin. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” she told the corpse. “I already told you – looks can be deceiving.”