The neon sign outside "Marty’s Produce" flickered, casting a buzzing red glow over Elias’s boots. He had been to four grocery stores already. Each time, he asked the same question. Each time, he got the same shrug.
"We have Bings," they’d say. "Big, sweet, dark red Bings." where can i buy tart cherries
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He pushed open the creaky door. The air smelled of damp earth and cedar. Each time, he got the same shrug
"Looking for the sour stuff?" a voice rasped from behind a wall of honey jars.
Marty, a man who looked like he was carved out of an old apple tree, stepped into the light. "Fresh season is blink-and-you-miss-it, kid. Usually July, mostly up in Michigan or Utah. You're a few months off for the orchards." Elias deflated. "I need them for tonight."