Fresh Apples by Rachel Trezise

Fresh Apples

Rachel Trezise

Down to earth, rather bleak short stories generally about young people, drugs and poverty in the Rhondda Valley.

She was drinking blackcurrant, the plastic bottle to her mouth, the purple liquid inside it swishing back and fore. I asked her for some. I wouldn't normally - I'm shy, I'd lose my tongue, but my mouth was dry and scratchy from the sun. Yes, she said, but when I gave the bottle back she wiped the rim on the hem of her skirt like I had AIDS.
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