Plumches

Plumches
It was March 18, 2003 a beautiful summer day at the farmers market. Red was doing the usual with his friends, checking out the curves on the ladies. But suddenly red got hit with a scent a scent like no other; it was the sweetest smell he had ever experienced in his whole life. He looked to his left to see what it was; there she was heading towards the exit. He thought to himself I got to have her. He jumped in the cart and hide until they got to the house.
When they got there he introduced himself and said “hi my name is red” …. Plum red that is and what’s your name beautiful. She laughed “peaches”. “What a beautiful name “he replied.”where are you from?” he asked “Georgia” she said in a country accent.” oh well that’s nice” replied red. Hours went by and they talked and laughed the night away. But when red woke up peaches wasn’t there. He looked to his left and there she was heading for the blender. “OMG!” he cried I got to save her. He rolled to the blender and bounced onto the off button. “You saved my life red”, peaches said to gratefully. “Why wouldn’t I you’re the apple of my eye….. Well peach if you want to get descriptive.”I love you red” she said “I love you to peaches” red replied back. They headed back to the basket and two weeks later made plumches. And the peach and the plum lived happily ever after.

By: Jodi-Lee Morrison