The Perfect Apple finally takes us away from dribbles about Pete and the Swede and makes me do some work for a change. I confess I find it extremely easy to write stories about those men. This week Crispina Kemp’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge takes us somewhere with a lot of flowers and fruit. I picked the fourth image, and actually got inside the 150 word limit!
The Perfect Apple
She strolled down the path alongside the walled garden, the high coving hiding her from prying eyes. Yes, these were coming along nicely. Perfect shape, a good full green, no bruises or worm holes. Thirteen within reach, too, a very lucky number. This one warming itself on the pantiles would do just as well as its twin, or maybe the lower one. She leaned forward, straining her neck to sniff them. Maybe the upper one. The scent seemed fuller, but not so noticeable that it would create comment.
Should she leave it another week? The time was near, maybe she should strike while she could. She lifted the apple gently, hefting its weight, and it gently eased itself off the spur it had grown on.
The perfect apple, ripe and ready. Snow White would never suspect a thing.
© J M Pett 2025
Great back story!
Hi,
Is nothing safe to eat ? Comprehensively warned off all salads, and now apples ?
Mysteriously, without any medication, no sign of scab or worm holes in any of this year’s apples. Why so perfect ? Last year, they were a mess.
Esther
Nice! I like the use of the fairly tale.