His hand pulled back from his mouth revealing an apple tinged pink with every bite.
Mom and I looked at each other and winced. Was this apple man the sorry victim of bleeding gums? It was almost all my brain could wrap itself around until we walked further up the park to reach the beginning of the Farmers Market throng. An apple stand specializing in heirloom varieties greeted us.
And indeed they have pink fleshed apples!
Tart, small and yellow skinned… faint bruises of pink show through the thin peel to indicate that all is not normal with this small gem. As we continued on through the market with our heirloom spoils in hand, I couldn’t help but reach up and chomp on my own pink gum apple as heads snapped to us in the crowd.