The Pawpaws of Pittsburgh

An American tropical fruit that no one's heard of

I took the winding path down into the gully and then followed the dotted line that Gabrielle had drawn on the map. I left the trail and walked through a muddy field collecting well over a hundred tiny burs on my sneakers as I went. I referenced the map again and was about to to turn back – figuring I must have taken the turn preemptively – when I saw th…