Pick One

Roche

"Pick one," he said, looking at the box with small dividers. "They are seeds."

Seeds always have this promise of a future in them, she thought.

"I choose these. Are they poisonous?"

"No! They are berries, I think."

She smiled again. She could fall in love with him, she thought.

"I don't know how long they'll take to grow."

She nodded.

Years later, the bush was still there. She had no idea what kind of berries they were but she never touched them.

He did. Needless is to say that he never saw the plant grow.

Temptation is a bitch.

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