One Hundred Words : The Simple Pleasure of an Apple


A bit of rubbing on my sweater enhances the apple’s skin to a glow. The faint aroma is reminiscent of cantaloupe, with a hint of lemon. As I pierce the skin, there is a mind numbing crackle. My teeth slide through the succulent flesh, rending juices which dribble down my chin. My mouth fills with them both sweet and tart with the tough bitterness of the skin lingering on. The second bite, blends the sensations and flavors. A hard crunch, soft chew followed by delicious juice. I challenge you to eat an apple; outside, with the wind catching your hair.

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