Cranberry Sour
Aka 'Red'.
He found the bush at the edge of the swamp; a shrub, short, clusters of orange berries scattered here and there throughout. In the dream, he was still young, his eyes barely open and wobbly on his gangly, awkward legs, and he thought that nothing had ever looked so spectacularly delicious.
In the way of curious youth, he ate.
And regretted it.
The second he bit in, it was to the realization that these berries were not yet ripe. They were not yet ready. His first lesson in the virtues of patience and he wasn't even born yet.
He chewed once, his expression going from delight to wide-eyed horror as he spat the berries out.
