The berries were juicy and succulent looking, perfect for a cobbler or a pie. Mothers and children came from all over to pick the berries, though all of them had little scratches on their arms. None of them minded, the berries were so good!

A little fat boy and his mother are picking berries alone together, the boy cries as he ends up with a little scratch on his wrist, he runs to his mother but his ankle is wrapped by a blackberry vine, his mother runs over, and can't get it off, she tries to cut it, but a vine slaps her hand away. Her son is pulled into the center of the patch, he tries to pull away, but the vine won't let go. His mother screams and runs to him as he is pulled into a tunnel in the center of the bush, she grabs at his hand and he manages to pull himself out at the last second, he runs to his mother, sobbing, and hugs her tightly.

She holds her son close and kisses the top of his head, for one golden moment, everything is peaceful. Then the vine wraps around both of them, they pull against it, but more vines grab them, blood soaks the ground as they fall into the tunnel, and into the blackberry patch. They look around, and gag, the smell of death is almost a physical force, bodies wrapped in thorny vines leaked blood onto the floor, muffled cries and whimpers permeated the air. The mother moves to cover her sons eyes...but he isn't there. She turns, looking for him, and sees a new body, wrapped in thorny vines, she screams and doesn't notice

The vines wrapping her body

The thorns piercing her flesh

Her blood draining out of her body

Her feet being lifted off the ground

All she knows, is her little boy, whimpering for her...and then his silence.

And outside on a golden summer evening, the blackberries grow juicier, the red ones become plump and black, and little children came to pick yummy blackberries, and no one notices a tiny plump five year old and his mother vanish, beneath the bush.