Constructive criticism, destructive praise, and everything in between welcome on this one. Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Madison Woods.
The juice seeped from her mouth and trickled down her chin, red like blood on her bone-white skin.
“You should try them, sister,” she said. The berries looked soft and ripe in her hand, staining the creases of her palm. I stepped back.
“Mother warned us…”
“Mother is an old woman — worried and weak and old. Their land is ours, so their berries are ours — and whatever else we like. She’s foolish to revere them so.”
“She fears them…”
My sister crushed the berries with her tongue and smiled defiantly, as one by one the crows landed in the branches above.
Again, constructive criticism is encouraged — and if you’re feeling generous with you criticism, check out my other fiction, including stories that are even longer than 100 words!