“I mark the day when the blackberries are perfectly ripe. And the day after. Then it changes. Then I don’t want to see them anymore.”

This story was the easiest one for me to choose, because I’ve thought about it at least a couple of times a month ever since I first read it (and every single time I notice blackberries at the side of a train or a tram track). Kate Feld is a magician; this tiny story feels as shockingly personal to me reading it now as it did when I first discovered it.

First published by minor literature[s], 2016, and available to read online here