Pining Over Apples
Fearless it was. Covered on all ends with a stubbly patched but thorn-riddled coat, intricately yet thickly woven, it was protected, shielded, nothing could harm it. Its smooth, lumpy coat, designed with elaborate earthly brown patches and forest-green rings, provided its camouflage to hide it amidst the wilderness. Scattered about its coat, finely embroidered, leaf-like blades stood dangerously perked, ready to defend and retaliate. Tall and proud it stood, towering over the fellow fruits, a frizzy batch of foliage attached sleazily about its top to further boost its height. How strong it must have felt, ready to face the harshest of treatment, the worst of cruelty.
How wrong it was. With a heavy thud, it crashed and rolled about the tabletop, helpless on its side, rolling hopelessly without an end. With a simple plunge of the knife, blade delving deep, the coat was split. Restrained by nothing more than my bare hands, the leafy blades...[More]
How wrong it was. With a heavy thud, it crashed and rolled about the tabletop, helpless on its side, rolling hopelessly without an end. With a simple plunge of the knife, blade delving deep, the coat was split. Restrained by nothing more than my bare hands, the leafy blades...[More]
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