Short Story: Fruit Snack

Genre: slice of life, family
Inspired by the prompt moiety.


Her son studied the two bowls with his new magnifying glass. No angle was left unchecked, every fruit piece was carefully counted.

“They’re the same,” he finally announced.

“Phew!” She pretended to wipe nervous sweat off her forehead.

“One for you, one for me.” Her son solemnly placed one identical bowl in front of each of them.

“Thank you. Ready?”

“Ready. Snack time!”

They attacked the fruit salad. The fruits didn’t stand a chance.


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