From the diary of Jennifer Saunders
“I’m not eating it,” he said. I could have cried. My entire day had been spend foraging for fruit and now he was rejecting it. “Why won’t you eat it?” I asked. He pointed towards a large, brownish bump on the skin of the apple, “It’s damaged and it might make me sick.”
All the fruit looks like this. Since the war, nothing is perfect. Thomas may be right about the dangers of eating the food but there is nothing else and beggars can’t be choosers. Next time, I’m going to peel the apple before offering it to him.
Written for Charli Mills’ 99-word flash fiction challenge. You can join in here: https://carrotranch.com/2019/04/11/april-11-flash-fiction-challenge/https://carrotranch.com/2019/04/11/april-11-flash-fiction-challenge/