Cherries. Literally.

30 Jul

A perfectly ripe one caught my eye. I was surprised that the trees had borne fruit so quickly. It was good to eat, too. The next couple I tried were on the sour side, but nice enough for me to keep on trying them. It was the fourth or fifth that was the monster. A perfect mouthful like a bomb going off on my tongue. It was one of the nicest things I’ve ever eaten and I began to gather them in earnest. I hadn’t thought there were very many, but the more I picked, the more I found. I was beyond my worries, beyond time inside a bowl of cherries.

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