The Island

A Short Story

Nicole Bianchi
Nov 8 · 10 min read
Photo by Jan Romero on Unsplash

Anna had almost left the stall without recognizing the fruits. They seemed smaller and their color not as vivid as the ones she remembered eating when she was a child, over seventy years ago.

But then she saw the sign with the well-remembered name, and she picked up one of the pale blue fruits in her hand.

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