Monday, March 17, 2014

Flash 11: The Peach Basket

The Peach Basket
J.T. Seate

Lila threw open the shutters and gazed across the piazza then responded to a knock. A handsome Italian stood before her.

“Fresh fruit as you requested.” He held a basket of peaches. 

“Come in so I can tip you.” 

“No, cara mia. It is my turn to tip you. Please take one.” 

Lila reached for a fruit. Something poked out among the fuzzy peaches through a hole in the basket. It was distinctly fleshy. 

“Oh, Paolo, you’ve surprised me again. May I have some of this along with my peaches?” 

Fresh fruit wasn’t all she’d miss when her vacation ended.

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