50 Word Stories: Fruitful

Each lingonberry popped between my teeth in splashes of stored Swedish summers. Every zing, every liquid explosion burst upon my senses like miniature explosions of contained sunlight. Beautiful really.
The tub, already half empty, reminded me of our picking the tiny fruits. It was the day before I flew home.

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