Brigits Flame Week 4
This might get tweaked if I have time -- which means it probably won't get tweaked.
Prompt: Mortals
"Cherries"
It was a Tuesday, and she ate cherries for breakfast.
They were sour, and they were starting to get mushy, but they were cherries.
She ate them slowly, nibbling at their cherry flesh until only the pit remained in her mouth; then, she sucked the pit clean.
She wove her tongue around them, first feeling the smoothness of their skin and then lapping at their rich cherry sweetness.
Later, she was found bloated and pale in a dumpster, eyes open and staring at nothing. Brown streaks tie-dyed her t shirt and every one of her fingernails was gone.
And I, perched with my wings folded, envied her far more than I can describe. For she had cherries for breakfast.
Prompt: Mortals
"Cherries"
It was a Tuesday, and she ate cherries for breakfast.
They were sour, and they were starting to get mushy, but they were cherries.
She ate them slowly, nibbling at their cherry flesh until only the pit remained in her mouth; then, she sucked the pit clean.
She wove her tongue around them, first feeling the smoothness of their skin and then lapping at their rich cherry sweetness.
Later, she was found bloated and pale in a dumpster, eyes open and staring at nothing. Brown streaks tie-dyed her t shirt and every one of her fingernails was gone.
And I, perched with my wings folded, envied her far more than I can describe. For she had cherries for breakfast.