“I like the ones that aren’t ripe yet,” Max picked a purple and red berry from his bucket and popped it in his mouth. His face puckered into a smile, “It’s so tart!”

“Don’t eat all the blueberries,” Mamma said picking at the bush next to him, “we haven’t payed for them yet.”

Max shifted guilty eyes her way and sat down. Tart turned to sour in his mouth. A jay tittered its song from a post at the end of the row. If I were a bird, he thought, it wouldn’t be naughty to eat too many berries.

Thanks to Charli Mills for hosting weekly flash fiction. check out her blog and join the fun with thousands of other writers. This week’s prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) include music and berries. It can be fantastical, such as the music of berries or a story that unfolds about a concert in a berry patch. Go where the prompt leads.

5 thoughts on “Tart

  1. I’m as guilty as Max and have tasted the berries as I pick them. I loved Max’s final thought: if he were a bird, it wouldn’t be naughty to eat too many berries. Great take on the flash.

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    1. Thanks for your feedback Kate, I’m glad you were able to connect with the story. I’m with you and Max as well, it’s funny how just one more berry can turn into twenty more if you’re not careful.

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  2. There’s this wonderful moment you created in writing this flash where practicality smothers exuberance. We feel as free as Max to each one after another until the reminder that our joys are not always free. Great turning point described by tart to sour.


    1. Thanks Charli. I was afraid the contrasts wouldn’t be as evident as I had hoped so I’m glad that you appreciate them. I had a lot of fun with this prompt and can’t wait to get started on the next one!


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