Red as blood, they wait, hanging amidst the emerald leaves. They shine like stars, like the twinkling in a lover’s eye. Eagerly they dream of the moment that teeth pierce their soft skin and plunge into the sweet poison beneath, never to taste anything else again.
This is for Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-Seven. A huge thank you to Sonya from Only 100 Words for running the challenge and Inma Ibáñez for providing the prompt photo.