Justin Skolnick lives and works in Portland.

Red Devils

Originally posted to justin.revision8.com on in Waverly, Iowa

Jenn observed through the window:

“There are buds on the trees.”

I returned:

“Those are berries, love, and they’re going to fall on my car.”

She meant the other tree.

When ripe in the dripping warmth of late summer they fall hard. I spent an afternoon wiping clean the finish. Pointlessly — they were back the next morning.

Within a quarter day they’ve crusted over, their sturdy shells and gooey bellies nursing spiderweb cracks in the night blue finish. I get worse shit from berries than from birds.