Sticky Berry Roll

A sweet, dark berry smell drew me straight under a canvas-covered fruit stall! Resting on a flat wooden slat was an oversized ripe strawberry, glistening with sticky juice. I planted both my feet firmly and tried pushing it with both hands to roll it into the shade, but my boots slid on a stray grape leaf! I tumbled forward chest-first right into the berry. It gave a squishy pop, and warm red juice splashed across my jacket and chin. I giggled and licked my thumb—it was wonderfully tart and sugary!