He held out the Tupperware box, half full with glistening, ripe purple fruits. “Do you want a blackberry?” The blackberries we’d picked along the way had been small, tart and sharp, so I took one only out of politeness, but when I put it in my mouth it was like no blackberry I’d ever tasted. Smooth, sweet, a burst of rich claret autumnal flavor, and in the background, faintly, faintly, salt.
