We love pomegranate in my home, we all like to eat it, but hubby is the only one that likes to open this winsome fruit and remove the edible seeds.
The season of pomegranate here in my city lasts from November to January, during this period we eat one or two per evening.
The legend says that in each fruit there is one seed that came directly from heaven, and it’s good luck to the person that eats it. Others say that it was pomegranate, not apple, that Eve offered to Adam.
There are many stories about this fruit, but what I know for sure is that it is delicious and healthy, each seed is loaded with antioxidants and vitamins.
2, 4, 6 , 8 beep – 7, 4, 5, 6 beep – 3, 4, 9, 7 beep. Ella has tried all the possible combinations, how could she forget it? She doesn’t have much time, the walls are closing on her. 5, 6, 7, 8 beep. Her breath is shallow, her strength is fading away. Help me, help me!
Wake up darling, it’s only a nightmare!
** Another short story, 52 words, for Sue’s writephoto.
I love short stories, around 50 words, we can say so much about it and the best is that the reader mind can fly with all the possibilities left hidden between the lines. So here is my 52 words story for Sue’s challenge: MAGIC
From her bedroom window, Ella sees nature dressed in white like a bride waiting for the groom. The bare branches are dancing the wedding waltz. The sky is deep blue, yes, something blue for good luck. Turning to the mirror, Ella sees the scars on her skin. Good luck to who?