The two juicest lemons anyone has ever seen sit on a plate next to a juicer in a small apartment kitchen. Even in the dim light before dawn, they seem to glow an ethereal yellow.
Suddenly, the television switches on and youtube loads up, volume turned up to max, playing a video from Willowsnap farm — where two deeply tanned blondes, a man and a woman, walk between lemon trees. The man points to a spot between rows of freshly harvested trees, indicating a spot on the ground "...and that's where we found him. The morning after."
The woman cuts in "We really can't explain the dream. It could be a coincidence."
"But we have to find those lemons," Nicholas asserts, just before the video ends.
Suddenly, the television switches on and youtube loads up, volume turned up to max, playing a video from Willowsnap farm — where two deeply tanned blondes, a man and a woman, walk between lemon trees. The man points to a spot between rows of freshly harvested trees, indicating a spot on the ground "...and that's where we found him. The morning after."
The woman cuts in "We really can't explain the dream. It could be a coincidence."
"But we have to find those lemons," Nicholas asserts, just before the video ends.