Wouldn’t it be funny if all the blossoms were sweets?
Yeah, like candyfloss.
No, like each petal of blossom was a sweet. Each one different.
Yes, that one looks as if it’s covered in candyfloss. Jack points to a nearby tree with pink blossom.
Felix puts his hands in his pockets. Would be better if they were all different things, like one petal a refresher, one a black jack, one a juicy fruit.
That’s chewing gum, says Jack, scratching his head. They’d go stale though, wouldn’t they? You wouldn’t be able to reach the ones at the top and they’d go stale or melt in the sun.
Felix looks up at the sky, and clamps his hands around the strap of his school bag. Yeah, but if they’d grown on the trees, they’d have some kind of protective covering on them. Like clingfilm or something.
Like the leaves?
No. The leaves don’t protect the blossom, do they? You’d have leaves anyway, though, because trees need leaves.
Jack kicks a stone off the path and onto the grass. You get rock buns, don’t you?
Dunno, says Felix. They’re outside his house. He pulls on his bag strap so it thumps on his back. Anyway, you calling for me tomorrow? He swings the front gate open and steps through.
Yeah, says Jack, walking away.
Felix dumps his bag on the floor and yells up the stairs to his sister. Wouldn’t it be funny if all the blossoms were sweets?
Yeah, she shrieks. She runs down the stairs towards him. Like in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. And you’d be that fat boy.
No, not a factory, he says. I mean the real trees. Just the trees with sweets as blossoms. He heads for the kitchen. Don’t know why I bothered saying anything.
Deborah Fielding is a writer and sometime illustrator, most interested in writing short stories and flash fiction. She is fascinated by the relationships between the arts: an ongoing project, ‘Two Lights’, investigates the connection between the visual and written arts in its exploration of the paintings of Edward Hopper. She has recently completed a new project with illustrations – ‘Good Condolences, Swallow: Hirundo Rustica’ and ‘Map’ are small books or ‘Chapbooks,’ pleasing in the hand as well as to the eye. Deborah reads at festivals and short story events nationally, notably the Greenbelt Arts Festival in Cheltenham. She has recently had stories published in London’s Litro and new magazine of historical fiction, Vintage Script and is also taking part in a project that links science and the arts.