On the balcony, Tao Bei hung up the laundry and hummed the song she'd heard at the hair salon that day. "You are my cherry cherry lover~"
She asked the man behind her, "Does that mean cherry lover?"
Chen Jiayun gave a quick reply. He was building her a little wooden bookshelf.
Tao Bei brushed past his shoulder, picked up the discounted cherries she'd bought on the way home, washed them, and brought back a plate of gleaming red fruit.
The cherries hung in pairs from a single stem, like lovers joined together.
Tao Bei picked up a pair of cherries. "Yun, look."
Chen Jiayun looked up.
Tao Bei smiled, her eyes crinkling. "This cherry looks just like a dick."
Chen Jiayun: ...
A story about life in a rented room, with an open ending.
A short story written for practice, free to read.
Theme: They can depend on each other, or each can fly off on their own
