Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore
“Girl, nah. Bad week for red. Take the green ones instead.”
Aria paused mid - motion, her hand hovering over the paper bag. “Why?”
The woman leaned forward a little, lowering her voice as if sharing something half - secret, half - curse. “Rot’s been actin’ strange lately.
Looks fine on the outside, but inside?” She tapped one of the apples with a chipped nail. “Boom — spores. I’m tellin’ you, something’s wrong with the soil. Bad energy, maybe worse.”
Aria frowned, glancing at the apple’s glossy surface again. “They look fine to me.”