Irene's tree had grown rapidly, and now had a number of bright red cherries ripening.

Waves of heat shimmer danced above it, and the entire frontal plate glowed-white in the center, shading to bright cherry at the sides.

Even with her battered straw hat with the bright red cherries around the brim, she stood no taller than the middle of Connor's chest.

But it was like a bright, fat cherry on the gray mush of their lives.

Clenched in his donkey jaws was a branch with leaves and several fat bright cherries.

The refrigerator, unlike mine, was never without jars of bright red cherries, pimento-stuffed olives and tiny pearl onions.

A puddle of maraschino cherry juice lay like a pink-red amoeba on the yellow tiles; the bright red cherries gleamed in every corner.

A bright cherry red.

She removed a jar of the bright red cherries from a shelf in the refrigerator door, unscrewed the lid and held out the jar toward me.

It was a limb from a tree-and a single bright red cherry showed.