Lovely Peaches Novels & Stories

I could have spent days going from one stall to the other. "Avalyn !" Georgia called out, tossing an apple my way. "Oh my goodness it's so beautiful!" The gold and red colors swirled together; it was so unique compared to the regular, solid red ones I was used to in my home region. "I bought it for you. Try it." She smiled as I took a large bite, my eyes widening at its sweetness. I mumbled with my mouth full, "This is amazing." As I did so, Georgia handed me a basket full of fruit - Oranges, grapes, peaches… they were so colorful and juicy, and I couldn't wait to taste them all!

The afternoon light bathed the fruit bowl, making the colorful selection even more inviting. With a leisurely pace, he approached the counter, drawn to the assortment of fruits. The bright yellow bananas, the deep red strawberries, the juicy peaches, and the plump blueberries enticed him with their delicious promises. He paused for a moment, contemplating which combination of flavors would make the perfect fruit juice.

Julian Croft stands in the center of a farmers market clutching a jar of honey, looking spectacularly out of place, and I laugh until my ribs ache. His mouth jerks. The almost-smile graduates into a real one, small and uncertain, like he's trying on a new skin and waiting to see if it fits. "There," I say. "That. That's ordinary." "What?" "Smiling. In a farmers market. Gripping honey." "It's draining." "I know. You're executing brilliantly." We walk. He purchases a loaf of sourdough. He purchases three apples he will never consume. He purchases a beeswax candle that smells like July, and he hands it to me like a tribute.

After that, Howard finally took out the lollipop from the box in his hand. The pink candy was in the shape of a peach, and the word "Chloe" was printed in the center of the peach. When Chloe saw this, her expression changed. Sweet could be eaten, and no matter how good it was, it could be bought. However, Howard made these, and that made them unique in the world. Moreover, the peach shape was her favorite, and the peach taste was also her favorite. There were also the names on the peach. Oh no, I really want it!

But, of course, Kenji still wasn’t—and couldn’t—walk without assistance. "I brought peaches. But they’re just regular peaches, nothing special," Akiko said, reminding Kenji not to expect too much of the taste. The peaches had been bought with her own salary, so they weren’t premium peaches. They wouldn’t be anywhere near the level of Kenji’s favorite Yubari melons. "Does it taste that much worse than the expensive ones? As long as it’s sweet, isn’t that enough? The taste can’t be that different," Kenji remarked.

She vomited the poison from the peach and sat limply. “Are you okay? Drink this,” said Helena giving chamomile tea. “Thanks, I didn't know the fruit was poisonous.” Winter looked down. She felt guilty and apologized to Helena. “Don't worry, the most important thing is that you are safe and sound now. Sorry that I didn't take good care of you.” Helena stroke Winter's head gently. “Next time pay attention to this peach skin. There are wild peaches and there are peaches you can eat. If there are tiny red and black spots like these, it's a poisonous peach.”