Last week at Elephant Words, Schmurgen Jonerhaffs posted the photo that you see up there on the right, sensationally titled for your pleasure.

Over the following six days, six writers took turns to write pieces inspired by it.

Monday, Ian Sharman:
Two Melons and a Penguin

She picked up a melon, gave it a little squeeze, tapped it once, turned to him and said, “Do you know how to tell if a melon is ripe?”

Tuesday, Cynthia Lugo:
Ripe When Yields To Gentle Pressure

Tyler is almost five years old. His speech is perfectly clear until he talks to me. Watch me? Rock me? I haven’t the foggiest. He clambers onto one of the rocking chairs on the huge enclosed porch and starts to rock. I watch. It’s not good enough. I take the next chair over, put one hand on his chair and rock both chairs in time. Somehow, still not good enough. He slithers down from his chair and into mine and, straddling my lap, leans against me and buries his hands in my hair. He heaves a heavy, tryptophan-laden sigh.

Wednesday,Rivka Jacobs:
Dread and Action

The professor turned his back on the class and began writing on the blackboard, his right arm circling like a crankshaft as the chalk clicked and squeaked.

Thursday, Nicolas Papaconstantinou:
Little Head Contains heavy sexual innuendo.

It’s because I’m too close to the subject. When I see two melons, I immediately think innuendo, and innuendo is something I’m closely acquainted with.

I was bad before, but then I met my fiancee, and now I’m worse.

Friday, Andrew Cheverton:
The Happy Melons Song (translated from the original Norwegian)

Holy Moley, pumpkin pie,
that Dillinger guy was a felon.
Holy Moley, scream ’til you die,
but no other word rhymes with melon.

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