Tuesday, November 27, 2012

17 Very Short Stories. -3-


Full baskets of apples, piled everywhere. Apples on the counter, on the coffee table, on the washer and dryer, in the bathtub.

-- What were you thinking?
-- They're gorgeous, bright red, perfect. You'll never find a better harvest.
-- But what were you thinking?
-- Winter. Winter. Winter. Winter is coming, so quickly, so cold.
-- But how shall we live, surrounded by apples?
-- I have a plan. Don't worry.
-- I don't. I can't.
--Trust me. This time, trust me.
-- Too many times. Too many times.
-- Don't leave.
-- I can't stay.