Cherry is a very sweet flavor. It is an immense burst of pleasing taste, like popping a savory fruit itself and drinking the juices. The red flavor is very common, and yet it is also rarely taken. It is almost like a delicacy, a sweet taken only in a time deserving of reward. Without the concept of a reward, the sweetness would be taken all the time, and over this time it would lose its immense value. The flavor would become almost dull and mundane. In its rarity and sweetness, it maintains its spot as one of the core celebratory flavors. Accenting a drink, topping a dessert, or even being split as a sign of affection… the cherry flavor truly holds its spot as a dessert sweet taste. Red like blood, it holds an almost sacred spot in the fruit-flavored hierarchy and should be respected as a true dessert taste amongst the flavors.
Amai thought that she deserved it.
After completing a decent number of quests of late, Amai felt that she was deserving of such a flavor. She looked at the red-striped wrapper very intently. Her pink eyes swirled as she stared through it, anticipating the sweetness that reside underneath. Her thin fingers were lightly gripped around the stick of the lollipop, holding it straight upright. Her tender digits began to move, a light spin being applied to the lollipop, twirling in front of her. It was almost hypnotic, knowing what was underneath. The stripes nearly caused her to become dizzy before the sight, the light scent of cherry bleeding through the thin paper wrapper. The wafting smell tickled her nose, and the bridge twitched in response. She licked her lips in anticipation. This was something she really wanted, something she really deserved. Her breath picked up a little bit, her taste buds already crying out. She unwrapped the lollipop from its domain. Its red orb of a sucker reflected a little bit of light from its surface, seeming almost plastic in its presentation. Her lips curled slightly in a grin, parting already in anticipation and desire. The hard, plastic-like surface pressed to her lips, and the scent of cherry was already strong, tickling her nose and setting her taste buds aflame without even entering her mouth. Her hand moved up, the sucker breaking the saliva barrier between her lips.
A force hit her arm, right at the elbow.
The lollipop popped from her grasp.
The red orb shined in the sunlight from the fresh coat of saliva.
Gasping and desperately reaching forward, Amai dove to catch it.
It hit the ground. Dirt already was clinging to the surface.
“No… no… that’s not fair… You can’t do that to me…”
Amai was kneeling at this point, her fingertips inches from where the lollipop landed. She was devastated. Immediately her thoughts were to pick it up. The five second rule was still in play. As she touched the stick, though, a shock went through her spine. No, this would not be the same. The taste would already be contaminated even though five seconds had not yet passed. The five second rule was just a cop-out anyway to eat food off the ground. Her eyes swelled with tears, distorting the view of her eyes. She could practically taste the cherry flavor from the smell still in her nose ducts. It was not fair.
Amai whipped around, her eyes holding back tears as her rage flared. Her hair seemed almost like fire as she spun around in place. Whatever caused such a tragic event would certainly feel her wrath. Upon spinning around, though, she saw it was a dog. It was a cute dog, too, at that. With puppy dog eyes shining, the beast hopped up and licked her face. She was stunned. She did not know what to do at such a point.
So… Amai simply turned around and walked away. The dog, having read the emotions, left in the opposite direction. She looked up to see her sister awaiting her. Her mood was very sour, so she took out a green apple sucker. Having mourned already, she popped it in and sighed, her dark red skirt swaying in the breeze.
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