Craving for Plums

Diana

I woke up in the middle of the night with a strange feeling.

It wasn’t pain.

It wasn’t nausea.

It was… a craving. An absurd, surreal craving—totally beyond human logic.

I wanted green plums.

Out of nowhere.

I sat up in bed as if someone had called my name.

“Oh God…” I murmured, running...

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