we’re literally random people around the world sitting on the internet telling bad jokes to each other why the fuck is this the most important thing i’ve got going on
"Sons don’t fall from the sky."
The old woman finished the pear with amazing speed. She spat the seeds onto the oak tabletop and wiped her lips with her black sleeve.
“No, they don’t,” she answered, and her ears fluttered like a butterfly’s wings. “They are born in suffering, to the suffering of the world. But I can help you. Take a look at this seed.”
She chose the biggest of the pear seeds and put it on her bony palm. “Look. Doesn’t it remind you of something?”
The old woman moved the seed with a finger.
Now the seed resembled a figure of a sitting woman, with a tiny head and very wide hips. The woman was evidently pregnant. The figure’s hands rested on her big belly. There were no legs at all. The seed was bigger than the others and of lighter color, light brown.
“Oh,” said Barbara, unable to say anything else.
“Thank you for the treat,” the old woman said, “and, as a present, I give you this pear seed. If you want to give birth, then wait for the full moon and bury this seed in the garden, under the big pear tree. And don’t forget to water it! When you see it sprout, you’ll know you’ll have a son in three days. Remember, if you don’t bury the seed, but just keep it warm and wet, it’ll survive for many years. As long as the seed is alive and well cared for, you’ll never grow old. On the contrary, you’ll get younger and prettier. So it’s up to you to choose: a baby or the long youth."
Sergey Gerasimov, The Mask Game
Amazon (Australia, Brazil, Canada, France, Germany, India, Italy, Japan, Mexico, Spain, UK, USA), Barnes & Noble (UK and USA) and Kobo.