A Piece of Fruit Every Morning

This morning Len sections his breakfast orange with the knife he bought in Paris 40 years ago on his honeymoon. He bought it from a vendor at a street market selling every kind of knife, beautiful creations he said he made at home. Len no longer has that wife but he uses the knife every morning to cut up his fruit of the day. It might be a grapefruit, apple, a melon in season but usually an orange. Len never thinks about his first wife but he remembers the blind beggar sitting on a mat near the stand pleading for a coin to buy bread for breakfast as Len and his knife rushed past to catch up with his wife. Donal Mahoney