"Winter fruit is always the sweetest." she giggled, holding his chin to make him look at me. "You should take a bite of this persimmon... or maybe pomegranates are more your taste?"



Reservations. That's what I thought I had. She giggled and pressed her cheek to the top of his head. Her closeness, the overwhelming stink of.... lilies... and almonds?



"Snow drops." she smiled at me, tilting his head up. "Come along little Mimi... have some... fresh fruit. I know you're... Thirsty."



Red in the bowl, red in his eyes, red dripping down his neck. Come along. I know you're starving.