Red Marmalade

I craved something sweet, so I ambushed a village marooned in orchards. My pulpy prey stopped dead in his tracks to confront me but could only stammer before my fangs pierced rind. The tang of his blood hit me sweet as marmalade.

(photo credit: Sebastian Kostrubala/unsplash.com)

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