Strawberry - Short Take

This reads to me like a graph, or a map, the fruit like so many plot points, spots where June has simply torn through the seams. Drab characters hung out to dry, roads closed bloodily. It is a zombie film, a gone-wrong dinner date, a dire clotting of meagre gains.

It is not sustenance, nor bounty. It is a series of accidents in a ground-cover rush hour, the makings of sundae, sure, but more just the unraveling of sad-sack summertime.