روايات وقصص ضمن Unscramble Fruits

He started to cook for me. He moved with quiet efficiency, like he’d done this before—eggs, toast, a little too much butter. I watched him from the counter, chin resting on my palm, letting the ordinary rhythm of breakfast anchor me. My eyes met the nails mark on his back as he turned. It was red and bruising red. I blushed remembering everything again. He paused, brow furrowed. He picked up a small envelope from the table—white, unmarked. I blinked. “What’s that?”

Marcus's face darkened, feeling somewhat uneasy. Phyllis looked at Mr. Marcus, hesitated for a moment, and calmly said, "Sapote, also known as the fruit of desire. In other words, it's a love fruit that can stir up desires in people. Do you understand?" "Damn, what kind of weird stuff is this?" Mr. Marcus couldn't help but curse. This was too eerie. No wonder there was a sickeningly sweet smell to it.

With no time left to consume, she sliced a few varieties of fruit—apples, bananas, and grapes— and then arranged them carefully into a small container. She added them to the bag beside the porridge she had packed up, making sure everything was secure before zipping it up with a final tug.

“Fruit sorbet is a fruit blend that looks like ice cream, except that it is made with fruit, sugar and water. It is very similar to ice cream and tastes like it. Would you like to try some?” “So, it is healthy ice cream?" Eunice asked, her voice crispy. Ruth nodded in response. “Then, let’s eat some healthy ice cream”, she echoed bouncing on her toes. “Sounds like a plan,” Christian agreed, glancing at Olivia. He saw the ghost of a smile on her lips, and it made his heart skip. Maybe this day could still end on a positive note but the sound of Christian’s phone ringing put a pause on everyone’s laughter.