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.
"If you're ever in a real pinch," Marty called out as Elias brought two jars to the counter, "check the freezer aisle at the big co-ops. They flash-freeze them right off the tree. Keeps that zing better than anything." Elias tapped the glass. "These will do just fine." "Making a pie?" Marty asked, ringing him up. where can i buy tart cherries
He pushed open the creaky door. The air smelled of damp earth and cedar. The neon sign outside "Marty’s Produce" flickered, casting
Elias froze. "Tart cherries. Fresh, if you have them. Frozen or jarred if you don't." Each time, he got the same shrug
Marty chuckled and pointed a calloused finger toward the back corner. "I don't stock the fresh ones this late, but I keep the 'baking gold' in the glass jars. Grown in Traverse City. Packed in their own juice. No sugar added."
"We have Bings," they’d say. "Big, sweet, dark red Bings."