The bright morning sunlight cast an elongated shadow of a perching bird's tail on that red brick wall, almost covered by moss. A tall, lonely figure of a handsome man stood outside the cage of the bus stop, his hand bouncing a dragonfruit up and down.
"Dragonfruit is a marketing scam," he mumbled to himself. "It's made without real dragons, what a shameless industry."
He scrunched his nose as if remembering something from a long time ago. He didn't remember that he ever tasted his first slice of dragonfruit, a fruit that was popular only in the last decade, in prison, but he remembered the joke.
When did he eat it? This was his first time touching a dragonfruit, so why could he recall a joke pertaining to it that wasn't possible to trigger if he never ate it in the first place?
