I remember the taste of apples, fresh from the tree. Crunchy and sweet as the juice dripped down my chin.
I remember your hand as you broke the fruit from the branch. I remember your fingers, hard and brown, as if they too were part of the tree.
Funny thing about memories - you choose which you keep.
So I’ll forget the faded lipstick, and the unfamiliar perfume which strangled me as we slept.
And I’ll forget the strychnine in your food, and how I glared at every woman at your funeral.
Much better, instead, to remember the taste of apples.
Brandon Sutton almost 10 years ago
Really good drabble!
Horrorshow almost 10 years ago
Very strong writing here. Your best drabble to date I think, Neil. Excellent stuff.
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
When are we going to get another drabble out of you, Neil? Hopefully very soon! :-)
Neil Murton over 9 years ago
Since you asked ;)
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Great to see you back!