Bett sat with her youngest sister, peeling the heavy fruit from the tree out in the backyard.
"Hey Val?"
"Yeah, Bettsy?"
"...how many fruits have you peeled?"
"...thirteen."
"...I've done two."
"...oh."
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Short stories of Settlesbrooke
General FictionShort stories. Really short stories. Shorter than Val.
Tough fruits
Bett sat with her youngest sister, peeling the heavy fruit from the tree out in the backyard.
"Hey Val?"
"Yeah, Bettsy?"
"...how many fruits have you peeled?"
"...thirteen."
"...I've done two."
"...oh."