“Banana, what are you doing?” Kiwi asked.

Silence filled the fruit bowl as Banana played deaf.

“Banana?” Orange rolled into his elongated friend.

“Shh, you guys are ruining it,” Banana hissed, dead serious. “I’m blending in.”

“Ruining what?” Kiwi squinted. “Why are you red?”

“I’m fed up with Apple always being picked. It’s fruitist. I’ve painted myself red, so I’m next.”

Orange thought to enquire further, but Kiwi’s look dissuaded him. He hesitated, peel creasing in thought. “Where are the Strawberries today?” he wondered aloud.

There was no reply, only the quiet plop as red paint dripped from Banana’s cheek.