The Phoenix Rises

By sheilaM

A bowl of cherries

I once worked on a construction site where we all ate in a huge canteen.

One day the pudding was tinned fruit salad.
As I only like fresh cherries, I asked the seated table of males, if anyone wanted my cherry?

Was that a pin dropping?

I may have been quite niave, but at least they all had a belly-laugh out of it.

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