BLUE MOON
“You look like death” Mile comments as I enter the kitchen.
“Feel like it” I reply as I walk further into the kitchen making way for the fridge. Lily is sitting beside Mile with Mara on her other side, who has a book in front of her.
And… the fridge is empty, so I make for the fruit basket on the counter instead snatching off two juicy looking apples. And a peach.
I bite into the peach first, sweetness explodes on my tongue, dribbles of juice escaping down my chin. By the time I’m done with it my entire palm is stained with peach juice, I lick my lip and go for the apple next, biting a huge chunk out of it.