She watches him walk through the orchard.
His ears poke into points and the earth powders his strangely shaped toes.
He notices her watching.
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.
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.
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,