heylittlesister
I met an old women once.
She came to my door, wearing a ratty coat and a dopey straw hat. You understand? She looked normal enough.
She offered me a basket of apples from her cart, and her smile was yellowed and crooked.
"Apples for the lovely girl?"
Mama was out, shopping or getting a hit. Sister was away at school. Daddy was dead.
"Sure. How much?"
She shook her head so fast her papery face blurred. Nothing, nothing. An honour.
"Only one, I guess."
I reached out and marvelled at the contrast of our skins; mine tan, brown, and slightly pudgy, her's shaking and translucent, criss-crossed with stand-up veins.
She handed me one, and nodded.
"Taste first, before I go?"
I shrugged and took a bite.
Chewed.
Held back a gag.
"It's very good."
She beamed at me, and fairly skipped down the hall.
I spit out the half-chewed bit and chucked the rest of the fruit into the trash.
That was the nastiest apple I'd ever eaten.
clue
what's a clue
where?
can I just
buy one?
how much do they run for?
can I get
a clue for school
for friends?
can I give my girlfriend one?
can I save it in a diary?
what's a
clue?