Short As Fictober #31: “The Scent of Ripe Honeycrisp Apples”

The scent of ripe Honeycrisp apples breezes down the center of Main Street, and folks flee, terrified in the spectacle of their neighbors being plucked from the ground and squashed by a troupe of sentient trees from Ben Ogden’s orchard. 

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