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: 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.
I shan't be an asset From under the dogs, I reinstalled Instagram and started unfollowing accounts, and then making other accounts unfollow me quietly. Updated my 'bio' to say I wasn't there anymore. Messaged a handful of people to ask if they post anywhere else and to say if they don&
Potatoes now, cape later Last time I spoke with my aunt (long plaits, vegetable garden, spinning wheel) she asked oh so casually, just checking in, whether I still thought moving out of the city was the right thing for us. Oh my gosh, yes, absolutely, no question, I vagued. I must have sounded like