The Berries

There was something wrong with the berries. I couldn't tell what the problem was, though. Was it the strange taste? Or was it the crimson colour?

Nobody else seemed to notice though. Maybe I was overly suspicious? I don't know. Everbody else seemed to enjoy it.

"Maybe one more bite.", I said to myself.

I placed a berry into my mouth and began to chew it. The taste was even stranger than before. It tasted like a rotten animal. But I somehow seemed to enjoy it. The people around me kept paying attention to the bachelor who was hosting the party.

Then there was a sting. It felt like a sharp blade had pierced through my throat as I began to gag and choke out blood. A waitress noticed my condition and rushed to call an ambulance. The pain was getting even stronger. As my eyes began to water, I reached into my throat and pulled out the now blood-soaked berry.

Doctors came in and asked me if I was okay. I told them that there was something wrong with that. I knew what was wrong with it by now. It had the face of a deceased old man.

"That berry is nothing like any normal berry.", I said as I took another bite.