Two more potato relatives have been unearthed: we here introduce Ms. Pomme de Terre Frite, and her distant cousin, Ms. Pomme Puree.
Pomme de Four (or Courgette, as our heroine liked to be called) wondered, "Why cling to one life when you can have more than one?"
Oo la la! Ms. Potage looked around. She'd passed the test, and the officials anointed her with finely-ground sea salt and red ribbons.
"Escape means different things to different people," thought Pomme, as she sat in that icy cold place meant to stop her aging.
We meet her in a white loneliness whose walls are a shiny white with the faint whirr of a machine as if far off, and she, a beauty, uncovered and ashamed.
It gives me the greatest pleasure to introduce Jane Barnes and her four fabulous potato stories to readers of Artprofiler.