My neighbors gave me a squash from their garden. A squash with a fantastic and evocative skin.

(Hide? Rind? Pelt?)

The squash’s bottom suggests something enslaved by Maelstrom (a villain in my speculative detective series FRAMES):

But don’t worry, the squash turned out to be delicious and benign.

While we’re on the subject of produce eye candy, let’s close with this glam shot of a peach: