Blueberry Inflation Story Novels & Stories

Ava and Jenny started running around the orchard once they got used to the new place. The blueberries in the orchard were large, round, and deep blue in color. I picked one and put it in my mouth. When Ava saw me doing that, her eyes widened and she pointed at me, shouting to Atlas, "Daddy, Mommy’s eating blueberries without even washing them! That’s so unhygienic.” Atlas had one too, and looked utterly delighted. Ava was even more confused. "Uh, Daddy..." I picked an even bigger blueberry and offered it to her. She blinked her big eyes, gazing at me for a moment before opening her mouth to take it. Her face scrunched up in delight.

AJ teased. “No,” George said, glaring at AJ. “You still need to reimburse me for my shirt. Not to mention the two bottles of shampoo I had to use to get rid of the stink.” AJ raised his eyebrow. “Two? Last week it was one bottle.” George shrugged. “Inflation costs are brutal. Dumpster diving isn’t cheap.” AJ chuckled. If not for his staff, he would have lost the will to run this business a long time ago. “Buy three as a token of my appreciation.”

I scrounged up some cash that I had lying around the apartment and made my way over, shivering against the chill of the autumn air. “That’ll be six dollars and fifty cents,” the barista, a young man who looked a few years my junior, said from behind the counter. “Six… Six dollars?” I exclaimed, my eyes wide. “It’s just a black coffee and a single croissant!” The barista shrugged. “Inflation.” Grumbling under my breath, I dug into my pocket, where I managed to find a few more quarters. But I was one quarter short. “I only have $6.25,” I murmured.

You can get more, right? Callie’s eyes narrowed. She was trembling with rage but tried to keep her composure. ‘They were not for you to take without permission! And they are not for sale either!’ Angelia shrugged nonchalantly. ‘If you’re so reluctant to part with your precious berries, I can pay you double the price for them. Can you get more?’ she asked, as if it was a simple business transaction. Callie’s anger flared even more at the audacity of Angelia’s request. ‘I’m not your supplier, and those blueberries are not for sale! They were a gift from someone.’

It felt like a glitch in reality. "Blueberry was a complete unknown in the US," Marius continued, sensing he finally had her attention. "She returned to the country and was immediately given a massive push by Grayson Media. In less than a year, she’s become a household name. Don’t you find that suspicious?" Chloe didn't respond, her mind racing. "Xavier only acquired Grayson Media a year ago," Marius pressed on. "Right as Blueberry returned and joined the roster. I suspect the only reason Xavier even touched the entertainment industry was to pave a golden road for her."

“Then go throw your hat in the ring and box the sh*t out of them! According to the information I got, Sammy-Blue Inc. only went up in the stock market earlier this year, right? Let Aunt Mary Jane take them on in the boxing ring, and you’ll be hearing them call their mom and dad!” Chad just looked helpless. “You think I don’t want that, boss? I dream of it! But even the combined forces of me and Miss Gould couldn’t squeeze out 1.5 billion dollars to kill them! Sammy-Blue Inc’s worth is waaay more than we can muster!” 1.5 billion dollars?! Even Javier was shocked. A company that had only been established five years ago was now worth 1.5 billion dollars? The hell had this company been doing, bu

he continued, “one (1) strawberry Pocky stick will now trade for three (3) Koala’s March cookies or two (2) juice box sips.” Gasps echoed. A little girl in pigtails dropped her rice cracker in shock. “What?!” shouted Tanaka-kun, Takuto’s closest competitor in the cutthroat world of snack trading. “Yesterday it was two cookies! You can’t just change the rate!” Takuto gave a patient, patronizing smile. “Inflation, dear Tanaka. Basic macroeconomics. If you paid attention during circle time, you'd know that a banana shortage in the lunchroom has skewed dessert forecasts.”