four stories not about fruit: redcurrant She turned back to Opal. "Shame your nosing about didn't include any research into my finances. I don't have that kind of money to throw at things I like, never mind grasping little tarts in Argos earrings."
four stories not about fruit: grapefruit When I look back down the three women have trailing afterimages. Dance through it, I think, you've danced through worse.
three stories not about birds: crane 2052 He had too many cranes to flock on his windowsill, so a few days earlier he had borrowed a slim piece of wire and stacked them all on it, piercing them through the crests of their backs like beads.
four stories not about fruit: apple I go to rinse out my teacup and look out of the kitchen window. My good ash-handled iron fork is upright, kicked down into the earth at the edge of my calendula bed. I wonder who will bring it indoors before rain if I can't.