Once Upon A Time Called Now Once upon a time called now, a banana sits trembling in a bowl. Rain is hitting the broken guttering to a repetitive tune, that wetting kind of rain. Tim stands there, eyes to the sky letting the rain pour over his forehead, forking left and right at his turnip nose, cascading over his loose, baggy tee shirt. Tim likes rain. It makes him feel alive. Grey looming clouds had stood threatening on the horizon for the better part of the morning and Tim had sat beaming, knowing the clouds were teasing him with their bounty. In his hands Tim holds a porous fruit bowl, in which sits one lonely banana. Tim is shaking it gently from side to side as he laughs manically. The banana is getting pretty sick of this ritual and looks forward to the day when he is made into a smoothie or finally thrown in the bin after having gone mouldy.