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She watches him walk through the orchard.

His ears poke into points and the earth powders his strangely shaped toes.

He notices her watching.

Hey, Peach.

Even from this height she can see his lips are pretty and full.

Especially the one that his pearly teeth rest on.

She shivers in the wind.

Come on, Peach. I bet it’s lonely up there.

She looks down at those plump lips.

It’s true.

She’d watched all her sisters fall into greedy hands.

Throw themselves practically.

But sometimes they missed and splattered in the dirt.

She was beginning to feel heavy.

I’ll come and get you if you like?

She shivers again but the wind has gone.

Even boys with pointy ears and dirty toes know better than to clamber up thin limbs that hold fruit.

Limbs that break so easily.

You’re the prettiest peach I’ve ever seen.

She turns pinker and inclines.

She sees the plump grapes. The juicy cluster dangling from his hand.

Oh these?

He laughs and throws them to one side.

Nothing compared to you, Peach.

He wipes his mouth and raises his hands.

She only needs to turn ever so slightly.

So she does.

He catches her.

His pearly teeth pierce and his lips press her skin.

He tears into her flesh and she knows it’s worth it.

To be eaten like this.

The boy walks through the orchard.

He spits out a pip.

He wipes his mouth, looks up at another tree and says,

Hey, Peach.

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  1. January 10, 2010 at 5:24 am

    the intrigue your pen brings is like that of no other… such a talented, clever writer you are yt… ‘Even boys with pointy ears and dirty toes know better than to clamber up thin limbs that hold fruit’ is the best line i have read in some time… x o

  2. January 10, 2010 at 9:39 am

    Thank you, always, for reading. x

  3. jakeb
    January 11, 2010 at 8:53 pm

    ohh….poor used peaches.

  4. Balke
    January 13, 2010 at 6:21 am

    Love it YT

  5. sammy
    January 14, 2010 at 3:32 pm

    I always loved your stories!!!! Still as good as ever!!

    • January 15, 2010 at 9:39 pm

      Sammy, that made me smile and remember so much! Axl vs Lars, sneaking smokes, mario bros, nightmare board game, prank calls, freckles and eyeliner, boys boys boys, secrets and bunkbeds, underage discos, who you gonna get with, pages and pages of letters and notes, and other things kids our age never should go through. God, we were tough little shits, though. xx

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