Green Apple I
By Honorat Selonnet
For the drabble challenge "Broken" at Black Pearl Sails.
Rating: K
She sits before him, living, breathing, feeling. The sight of her first bite wrings an involuntary gasp from him. She does not know what a wondrous thing it is that she does. To feel hunger and be able to sate it. To desire food and be able to taste it.
He has planned this meal so carefully, meaning to draw out this vicarious pleasure like the slow summer days of childhood. It is so very little, but even the hint of satisfaction drives him mad. He cannot wait. He must see those soft, full lips, those perfect teeth envelope the smooth green flesh. He must hear the music of the fruit crushing.
"And the apples," he entreats. "One of those next."