Seed disperser

There is this fruit, is it a lychee or a rambutan? Hard to know, it’s here without a label in my fruit bowl. Its tough and scaly on the outside like a lizard or a nut, you’d expect the inside to be hard and oily like a chestnut. But it’s not, just a little tear to the skin and a white shiny inner layer is revealed, it smells a bit like roses gone hot in summer and falling off the bush, it feels like what you’d expect an eyeball to feel like if you ever were to lick one (lizard like, brushing sand of perhaps). Then you bite in there is the most delicate rose and green flavour, alien texture of being completely full of liquid, completely turgid, shiny, every interface this watery smoothness, and yet not leaking juice, then your tongue finds the torn edge of the skin, which is still thin and dry and rough around the edges, and then you bite deeper and find the seed, a respectable sized seed, with some weight to it and you roll it round, pulling off the rest of the flesh and eating it bit by bit until you’ve spat out the skin and there is just this beguiling seed, with remnants of something rough stuck to one end, and the other end the smoothest, most pleasant shape and texture. It would be all to easy to gulp down this seed, not accidentally, but as a gesture of love. But I don’t, my mind overrules my senses and I spit it out, with some regret, into the lined wicker bin at my feet.