50 Snapshots

by Rhianwen

A collection of tinytiny short stories featuring Mirage and Syndrome. Some angst, some humour, some neither, some both. Stretching from premovie to postmovie. Starts with a death, ends with a birth, because they've never done anything the right way around

2. Apples

Apple

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He never eats breakfast.

That's just how it is. Never has, never saw the point.

As for that ten servings of fruits and vegetables, he really never did that.

But damned if it isn't just easier to grab one of the bright red apples from the green glass bowl on their counter than to put up with her silent, concerned disapproval every morning when he hurries off to work without eating something. She's almost as stubborn as he is, anyway, so there's no way she'll accept it if he tries to explain that he doesn't do breakfast because it just makes him hungrier by lunch, or that ten servings of fruits and vegetables a day means other people.

"Okay, fine, Eve," he calls huffily to get her attention as he passes the kitchen table where she's placidly drinking her coffee with a tiny smile that suggests she's already paying more attention that he thinks. "You win."

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