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Patchwork: Forbidden Fruit
by Fanfic Allergy


Title: Forbidden Fruit
Theme: 01 - Forbidden
Words: 568
Summary: Rue learns a lesson.


When she was younger, before she was reaped, Rue used to wonder why they couldn't eat the food that they grew in the orchards and fields of Eleven. After all, people were hungry and there was food to be had. But no one ever tried to eat any of it. No, instead child after child took out tesserae of substandard grain and oil just on the edge of rancid.

So, late one night after picking peaches, Rue asked her mother why they never saw the food that they worked so hard to produce.

Her mother shot her a furtive look and asked her in a hushed tone, "You didn't snitch anything, did you?"

Rue shook her head. She'd wanted to, the temptation was really great especially later in the day before quitting time, but she'd always resisted and she told her mother that.

"You just keep resisting, you don't want to get caught sneaking food from the fields."

"Why not?" she'd asked.

Her mother didn't say anything but unbuttoned her dress and pulled the back down. Criss-crossed all over her mother's back were raised, puckered scars. "This is why."

Rue gasped. She'd knew that the Peacekeeper overseers carried whips, but she'd never seen any of them wield them. How did her mother get them and why? She wanted to ask but wasn't sure if she should.

Her mother seemed to understand Rue's confusion and curiosity. Re-buttoning her dress, she sat down on one of the old rickety chairs to tell her tale. "I got these when I was a little younger than you. My mother was dead and my dad was a drunk. So I went to bed hungry most days. A few of my neighbors would give me scraps when they had any, which wasn't often. I lived for the day that I could join the work teams in the fields so I could make even a tiny wage. When that day finally came, I joined the crews going out to harvest cherries. It was hot work and you wouldn't believe the bugs. A lot of the fruit was bruised where a fly or some other larvae ate its way into the flesh. And I remember thinking, no one in the Capitol would want these. What was the harm? And I was so very hungry. So I ate them. Someone saw me, I don't know who, and reported me. When I climbed down from the tree with my bucket, the Peacekeepers were waiting for me. It didn't matter that the cherries weren't good enough for the Capitol, I had eaten them and that was against the rules. The Head Peacekeeper was kind," her mother's voice related bitterly. "He only gave me ten lashes rather than the usual fifty for stealing because I was so young."

"I don't understand. If the Capitol didn't want the cherries, why can't we have them?" Rue was still confused. If no one wanted the fruit, surely it was okay to eat it.

Her mother sighed. "I don't know, child. But I think it's about power, the Capitol's got it and we don't."

Later, when after her name was drawn from the big glass bowl for the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games, Rue would think back to her mother's words and realize just like the rotten fruit in the fields the Games were about showing who had power and Rue would know that she didn't.


AN: This is going to be a series of unrelated ficlets based on the drabble themeset from a book series I refuse to read on general principle.

This drabble came to me while showering and I was kind of struck by the simplicity of it.

I hope you enjoyed. Unlike my last fic, this will be updated irregularly since I am working on something longer and more involved and these are for my brain bunnies.