From the author: This story was inspired by my years as a weekly newspaper reporter/editor. Every spring, people would bring in funny-looking vegetables: tomatoes with noses, that kind of thing. We’d photograph them and run them as a photo feature which, one year, I titled “Strange Harvest”—a headline I liked so much, I wrote this story.
THE TOMATO ROLLED ACROSS my coffee-spattered notes from the previous night’s school board meeting and fetched up against my Garfield cup with a “clink!”. I stared at the fruit, then tapped it with the end of my pen.
Yes, definitely a “clink!”.
I looked up at the elderly woman who had brought me this unsolicited gift, and winced—she wore a yellow-and-red floral-print dress under a man’s bright-blue nylon ski jacket. “What can I do for you, Mrs. Annaweis?”
“I want you to take a picture of my...