Peter grew strawberries

Not on purpose

On coincidence they developed into plump juicy fruit every Spring

From April through May

They bunched up in a corner of his yard, the northwest corner, where the sun always shone from rise to set


Shown in the  Pacific North West way where light makes it day instead of night

But rarely beyond the just grey sky did the sun actually peak

The strawberries are told to be the sweet beyond comparison

Beyond imagination if not sampled first hand.

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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