Underneath The Withered Tree

My nose wrinkled as the rancid apricot squished against the palm of my hand. I shoved the remains of the fruit into my apron, even though majority of it landed on my hand and dress. The aroma of week old bug eaten fruits surrounded me.

"Breathe through your mouth." Victoria mumbled from next to me without looking up from the ant covered apricot in her hand.

"Th-" I stopped myself remember what happened to Abigale when she socialized while working. I shivered at the thought and just nodded my head. We both continued with our work.

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