She held in in her hand, marvelling at the perfect roundness of it. She loved how smooth it felt in her hand; warm and blood red. She brought it to her lips, kissing it, rubbing the smoothness against her lower lip. She licked the smooth skin, tasting the slight sweetness of its juices. Holding it by the stem, she popped it into her mouth. She let it roll against her tongue, warming it, savouring the feeling of it in her mouth.

Then, she bit down.

The sweet juices spilled onto her tongue as her teeth broke through the skin. The scraped her teeth against the pit, getting all of the flesh and spit out the now de-fleshed pit and popped the next cherry into her mouth.

How she loved cherry season.